The Father Beckons

"Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at thy altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God." (1)

"What man of you, having a hundred sheep, if he has lost one of them, does not leave the ninety-nine in the wilderness, and go after the one which is lost, until he finds it? And when he has found it, he lays it on his shoulders, rejoicing." (2)

Vagrant Heart

My heart's a wayward vagabond,
Which wanders 'neath the city lights.
The cold drizzle, from dusk to dawn,
Dampens my spirit through the nights.

I strive to not succumb to sleep,
My spirit's eye weighs heavily.
The night is cold; the dark is deep:
My faith hangs on tenuously.

From here, I raise my eyes on high,
And shake the rain from my soaked head.
The Father hears His child's cry:
So far from home; so near to dead.

He beckons me to come back home;
To lead the life I'm called to live.
A vagrant's heart will drift and roam;
His child's heart will yield and give.

In Father's house, ALL have a home:
The wayward and the righteous share,
A common table where we come,
To join our hearts in love and prayer.

To You, Father, we wayward call:
"Beckon us home before we fall!"

(c) Paul Buis, 2000
1. Psalm 84:3
2. Luke 15:4-5