The Prodigal Son
Posted by Clint Bergeron on Oct 8th, 2007
How good it feels to be welcomed back into my Father’s arms. With tears of joy I take my place at His table, knowing that I don’t deserve it, but my Father’s mercy is abundant. After the world had inflicted deadly wounds on my soul, my Father healed me. I was made unclean by my sin; He cleansed me. I was weary; He gave me rest. I was hungry and thirsty; He gave me food and drink. Oh how good it feels to be home.
