Wednesday, December 13, 2006

prodigal.

Living on my own,
Thinking for myself.

Castles in the sand,
Temporary wealth.

Walls are falling down,
storms are closing in.

Tears have filled my eyes,
Here I am again.

And I've held out as long as I can.
But now I'm letting go and holding out my hand.

Daddy, here I am again.
Will You take me back tonight?

I went and made the world my friend and it left me high and dry.
I drag Your name back through the mud,
That You first found me in.

Not worthy to be called Your son.
Is this to be my end?

Daddy, here I am.
Here I am again.