Like the parable of the lost son, I was lost. I was lost and wandering in the world. Craving for something to fill my appetite, but my appetite was never fulfilled.
Like the parable of the lost son, I lived wild. I lived wild, filled with sex, and drunken nights. Thinking I was young and free, but was truly in bondage. Ungodly soul ties and a desecrated temple that didn't belong to me.
Like the parable of the lost son, I felt I wasn't worthy. Wasn't worthy to be called the daughter of the most high. How can my mouth say I love him, But sin against him in my heart and deny him in my mind.
Like the parable of the lost son, I needed to go home. Go home to my father and ask for forgiveness. And when I came home, He said Welcome home my daughter. You were dead, but now you are alive.
Thank you Lord for not giving up on me. Thank you for your endless love.
Through your blood we have redemption, forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of your grace. Lord I ask if there is anyone out there who is lost and needs to come home, please open their eyes like blind Bartimaeus so they can see salvation is free. Touch their hearts so they can feel your presence. Renew their minds so they can understand it's never too late to come back home. In Jesus name. Amen!