Prodigal ~ Myka Spoelma


I’m stuck in this hole that I dug on my own

Is this now my home?

I took to the road I went off on my own

Maybe I could go home?


But I’m just a sinful man

I don’t know where I am 

I’m just a sinful man

I hate who I’ve become - and


I don’t deserve Your name

How could this room hold all my shame


I thought I was lost, I didn’t count the cost

But you saw me

You left your home, You ran down the road

And You found me


I’m just a sinful man

Father you know who I’ve been - can’t you see

I’m just a sinful man

Father how do you stand - to even look at me

No I don’t deserve your name

How could you say that you love me 

All the same?


You gave me your robe, You held me close

Looked heavy into my soul just so I would know


I’m not just a broken man

I’m not a lost man - anymore

You say, “My son, give me your hand”


Am I really who you say?

Did you mean it when you said I could stay?


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