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I’ve Come As A Servant

Memories of Home,
Have filled my heart.
I’ve walked away,
Can my sin ever depart.
I will come home,
Though a servant be,
Bowing my knee is my only plea.
I started with riches,
With pigs I am now found,
The women, the wine
Are no longer around.
I will come home,
Though a servant be,
Bowing my knee is my only plea.
Father,
I’ve sinned
And
Broken your heart.
Your servant has come home,
Wishing not to depart.
My Father runs to me,
His words declare,
“Welcome my son,
I thought you were dead.”
I say “I am a servant
Nothing more can I be”
He declares to me,
“Son”;
Yet I hear not a word,
As brokenness has lead me home again.

Luke 15:29 But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him, and had compassion and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him.

# posted by John Brobst @ 7:58 AM