Father, I have sinned.
Against you and the heavens.
I have left your home
out of my own volition
Everything you gave,
All your wealth and all your gifts
I've squandered away
in my own prostitution.
O! What have I done?
Where has my Invictus gone?
When famine arrived
I filled my stomach with pods
Father! I cried out.
I'm unworthy as your son
So I went to you
to be my own father's slave
(For I am no longer worthy to be called your son)
I stand here ashamed
but to whom else shall I go?
My knees are broken
and I have no offering.
Father I have sinned
Against you and the heavens
(Unworthy to be your son)
But from the distance
you were filled with compassion.
You ran to your son
and threw your arms around me.
You gave me kisses
on my cheek fill'ed with tears
You've taken me back
With love and jubilation.
No words can describe
I was lost but now I'm found.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
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I have two birthdays.
07/09/1992
02/03/2014
On this Monday, February the 3rd; I was the lost son.
This is the day God has opened my heart to the gospel.
I was blind but now I see, just how sinful I really was.
But more importantly, that God still loves and forgives me beyond my own measures.
Oh how foolish of me, to think that I was the master of my own soul.
O Lord, remind me of this day when I become blind again. Only you, O God, can open the eyes of my heart.
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