Thank you for Loving me the Prodigal son.

 Thank You for Loving Me, the Prodigal Son

A Reflection on Luke 15:20-24

Thank You for loving me, the prodigal son—

The one who wandered, wasted, and ran.

I took the gift, I chased the wind,

I left Your house, I traded Your love for sin.

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 thought I had to earn my way back,

To rehearse the speech, to fill the lack.

"I am no longer worthy to be called your son"—

But You ran to me before I had begun.

Thank You for loving me—not after I cleaned my hands,

But in the midst of my filth, before I made my plans.

You saw me from a distance, Your heart broke wide,

And You ran—not walked—to welcome me inside.

“Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.” (Luke 15:22)

You clothed me in righteousness, You put a ring on my hand.

You called for a feast, You helped me to stand.

No servant's wages, no distant place—

Just the embrace of a Father's face.

So I thank You—not with empty words,

But with a life that sings of what I've heard.

The prodigal is home, no longer lost.

Thank You for loving me, no matter the cost.

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

Amen.