Prodigal

I'm here

unwashed
unprepared
undeserving

but I'm here.

Lord,
No pre-packaged prayers,
No attempt at beautiful words,
No eloquent praise.

Just simply me,
Showing up on Your doorstep,
Timidly reaching to ring the bell.

No angelic fanfare,
No glorious vision,
No thunderbolts.

Just simply You,
Opening the door,
Embracing me in Your love and grace.

I’m here

at home

at peace

at last.

(c) JF 2002