What patience would wait as we constantly roam
What Father so tender is calling us home
He welcomes the weakest, the vilest, the poor
Our sins they are many, His mercy is more
As with a lot of hymns, I kind of forgot this verse of His Mercy is More existed. When I reread this second verse of His Mercy is More at the start of the week, I was instantly reminded about the story of the Prodigal Son from Luke 15.
"So he got up and went to the father. But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms round him and kissed him. The son said to him, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son." But the father said to his servants, "Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the
fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found." So they began to celebrate."
Luke 15:20-24
The moment in this story that makes me emotional every time is the father's reaction. Even though the son was far away and had squandered all the money he had, the father couldn't contain his love for his son. He ran down the road and threw his arms around his son, even though the last time he had seen his son, his son basically treated him as if he was dead.
As Easter approaches, I'm reminded of the ways God has welcomed me home, even when I've turned from Him. He has continued to love me, even when I couldn't have cared less for Him.
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