Lessons

I was the prodigal son who came back for a craving, but you ran out to me; now I'm never leaving I was the woman at the well I didn't know that I needed you until you told me so I had never been satisfied before. I was the leper who cried out, cut off from your people, cast out from your presence But You heard, you willed, you touched and offered to cleanse I was the woman caught red-handed Strange- as if by appointment they chased me up to you. Without an explanation you decreed ' no condemnation' You dealt with me as in pompous pride I cried Though all may flee, I will be It’s your prayer that held me.