God, do
You remember me?
From a
few years back?
I was
doing pretty good,
as a
Christian...
as a
matter of fact.
I know...
I said then,
we would
talk a lot more.
I guess I
haven't did much,
to
improve our rapport.
I kind of
stopped reading,
and
praying each day.
Before
long I was back
to my old
sinful ways.
In case
You didn't notice,
but the...
sin found me.
Every club
that I went to,
it just
wouldn't let me be.
So as You
guessed,
I finally
gave in.
Many times
I wanted to call You,
But I was
too ashamed,
Because
of my sin.
I kept
telling myself,
well, God
understands!
He knows
that I'm weak,
I'm only
a man.
Someone
finally told me,
all
Christians fall.
They just
don't stay down,
because...
they
know Who to call.
I just thought
my actions,
were worse
than most.
Because
mine began as good,
then kinda
bad...
then
not even close.
But today
I sat down,
and opened
my Bible.
I read the
account of a father,
and a son,
called the prodigal.
I feel
like I know this guy,
inside out.
You see
I've been there,
I know
what he's about.
You see
Father, I'm sorry,
and though
my sins are well known.
I was just
wondering,
if I could
come home?
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