Poem August 13, 1984 Issue

The welcome

Luke 15:11–20

MAXINE SHORE

He sees me! He sees me!
He doesn't just wait
At the open gate,
But is coming to greet me,
Running to meet me!

I was far, far away
And forgot how to pray
In the dark and the danger.
In an alien land I was a stranger.
Then I remembered my home was here
And I battled my pride, remorse, and fear
And returned
As I yearned—

And He sees me! He sees me!
He doesn't just wait
At the open gate,
But He's coming to greet me.
He's running to meet me!

MAXINE SHORE

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