This is my story

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'

I have known losses but I didn't think you cared

You saw my tears and touched the bier

Your comfort came unasked for

You dealt with me as in pompous pride I cried
Though all may flee, I will be
It’s your prayer that held me.

Replete with shame, I saw my King

Afraid to make a prayer, I barely whispered 

With Your dying breath, paradise you assured!