I her the soft call.
The call of the One who loves me.
Who loves me more than I can ever ask or imagine.
I hear Him saying,
“Come home, come back to where I can guide you, come feel my love again.”
I feel I have ran so far, so far from this this love.
So far that I forgot how inviting the soft voice was.
I ran so far from home, I thought.
I thought that I lost my way back.
But God,
His voice is louder, louder than ever before.
But God,
He is telling me to come home, to hold on, that his love will never fail.
So I turn around.
I run back into the arms of my Father.
In tears,
In shame,
In guilt,
Saying, “Take it all Lord.'“
TAKE IT ALL.
I am,
I am home.
