The Prodigal's Promise

Much I spend in mortal thought,When all I should invest in Thee.Matter's fleeting treasures caughtReveal their unreality.But when I turn to Judah's land,Rock of ages strengthens me.Eternal Truth is near at hand;Knowing it, I shall be free.

Proven is the Scripture word,Husks and wasting lose their charms;Confident my cry is heard—Father waits with open arms.Now I feast on substance real,Living in my true estate,No regret is left to heal,All is Life to demonstrate.

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