So many miles. So many adventures.
In haste I carried my soul away.
I put pleasure above obedience.
I was the prodigal daughter gone astray.
Moments of foolishness brought tears
That could not cease to fall.
I brought death to my spirit.
I had carelessly forsaken all.
I was certain You no longer cared for me,
Yet You met me with love and open arms.
I returned just to be in Your presence,
Where I knew I’d be safe from harm.
You were so broken to see my crushed spirit,
And wanted to nourish and restore.
Where I thought You liked me less,
You poured out love more and more.
The playfulness of my youth was an illusion,
But now I clearly see…
I don’t need to run to the world
When You’ve always been with me.
Written by Gail Brookshire