“So he got up and went back to his father. While he was still a long way off, his father caught sight of him, and was filled with compassion. He ran to his son, embraced him and kissed him.” (Luke 15.20)

A Father’s Tears

He waits at the end of the lane,
Hoping to glimpse His long lost son;
His eyes well up in the cold rain —
Another empty day has gone.

Helpless, He waits beneath the cross:
His Son – condemned to death – dying.
Pierced to the core at this great loss –
A Father’s broken heart crying.

Our God IS love. His heart does break.
He knows the wretched depths of pain.
His Son suffered all for our sake –
Our brokenness is not profane.

With tears of yearning hope, He waits,
For stone-fenced hearts to break open;
That love may flow from His floodgates
To heal – that hearts may love again!

Look to Him from your brokenness;
Trust your Father’s loving kindness!

Father, I come to you with all my emptiness and pain. Heal me. Hold me. Lift me up, that I may love again. Amen.

(c) Paul Buis, 2008