Forgive a Prodigal sinner like me.

 Forgive a Prodigal Sinner Like Me

A Reflection on Luke 15:11-32

Forgive a prodigal sinner like me—I have wandered far,

Squandered the inheritance, ignored the morning star.

I took Your gifts and left Your house, I chased the fleeting thrill,

And found myself in famine, with an empty heart and will.

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 around him and kissed him. (Luke 15:20)

I have fed on husks that promised much but left me starving still.

I have longed for what I wasted, bent beneath the chill

Of my own choices, my own pride, my stubborn, foolish way.

And now I come, not worthy, with nothing left to say.

But You, O Father, see me—not from a distant throne.

You run to meet me, arms stretched wide, and call me still Your own.

No condemnation, no rehearsed speech of all the wrong I've done—

Just mercy, grace, and welcome for the broken, prodigal 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.’” (Luke 15:22)

Forgive me—not because I have earned a second chance,

But because Your love is greater than my wayward, reckless dance.

You clothe me with Your righteousness, You put a ring on my hand,

You slaughter the fattened calf and declare that I can stand.

So I return—not as a servant, but as a son restored.

Your forgiveness is the banquet, Your grace the rich reward.

Forgive a prodigal sinner like me—I am weak, but You are strong.

And in Your house, forgiven, I will sing my grateful song.

“For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.” (Luke 15:24)

Amen.