Even the Wanderer… A Hosea Response

And a wanderer was I,

Living in a house of rebellion

                                         Reclining on furniture of shame,

                                   Snuggling with blankets of humiliation,

                                                                And

                                              Sleeping in chains of sin

Let the sun come up

And shine on me,

For this darkness needs light….

I am the prodigal son

I am the prodigal daughter

But the Lord loves even the wanderer

But the Lord loves even the wanderer

So far away was I

But drawn near to the Messiah

By the blood of Christ

You beckon me to my true home

And

Father, I’m coming, I’m running back

Oh Let the sun come up, 

And shine on me

For this darkness needs light

I am the prodigal son

I am the prodigal daughter

But the Lord loves even the wanderer

But the Lord loves even the wanderer

It’s the great exchange:

My rebellion for contrition

My disobedience for repentance

My sins forgiven,

My humiliation forgotten!

My heart, for Your kingdom

Your plans for my own

My life for your instrument

My wandering for Your home…

For I am the prodigal son

I am the prodigal daughter