Written as I think of bowing before my maker. inspired by Rend Collective Nailed to the cross
Before my king I fall on my knees…not able to look into the light…
I see the cross before me…it hurts me that my sin is what killed you…
You tell yome that you would do it again…if you needed to…but quickly tell me not to worry…
You tell me that you’re happy…that I am with you…and through my tears I see your crying too…
I ask you why you’re crying…and you tell me that I’m worth you dying…
I don’t understand a love so deep…because I don’t deserve it…
You remind me that I’m a child of a king…and the judge has already sent down a verdict…
I’m trembling with fear…because I know I’m guilty…
You don’t have to say a thing…but you show me your hands and a picture of the cross…
I am confused still because those holes should’ve been mine…you tell me that love fills the voids left by sin…
My anticipation is mounting about what my sentence is…you tell me there isn’t one…
You open your arms to me and say…welcome home my child…I took care of everything…
I asked if I could see your scars…and not only did you show me…You invited me in to your kingdom…
I trembled and you offered to hold me…not just my hand…but you offered to carry me to your throne…
I was relieved inside…but my body was still shaking…as you whispered that you love me…
I wanted to pinch myself…make sure this wasn’t a dream…
But you held me close…as I drifted off to sleep…
As I looked into your eyes…I saw love holding me looking back…
It wasn’t a dream…this is the new reality you told me…
Welcome home my child…I love you…
All there is to do now is close your eyes…rest in my arms of love…
You told me that there was food on the table if I got hungry…you told me to help myself…
You prepared a place for me…in your kingdom…and I saw people that had gone before me sitting at the table…
Everybody was singing…rejoicing and praising the one who was still holding on to me…
It made me feel special…to know that I was loved…and my father cared enough to comfort me when I was hurting…
You asked me if I wanted to hear you tell a story…I said sure not knowing if I’d comprehend…
You told me the story of the prodigal son…a story of redemption, and about the jealous brother…
I knew I heard it before but this time it felt different…I said why did you pick that one?
You said you already came home…and this is the party for you returning…