So he set off and went to his father. But while he was still far off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion; he ran and put his arms around him and kissed him.
Grace met him on the way
Grace that didn’t check out
whether he was contrite
or suitably repentant
Grace
that didn’t wait
for his well prepared
apology speech
Grace
that left home too
to greet him
before he ever reached the threshold
Grace
that took him in it’s arms
and welcomed him home
The lost found
Always beloved
Grace
that thankfully doesn’t depend
on us changing
but erupts out of
the unchanging
nature of God.
Grace
meets us on the way.
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