Hearing the prodigal’s flailing roam
piecing by footstep the fragile path home
Opening weary arms with tender long
pierced to wash away yesterday’s wrong
Proving forgiveness is etched with pain
inviting the scar with promise for gain
Embracing security, enough to suffice
eternity safe through love’s sacrifice
(It's more of an Easter poem than a Christmas one, but the two do go together, don't they?)
2 comments:
So where's this from? Did you write it?
With direction from a writer friend, yes.
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