A Prodigal Heart

At times it’s so easy to run after You.
So, why is it, at other times,
The hardest thing to do?
Instead of pursuing, I just drift away
Like a sheep without a Shepherd,
Like a lamb gone astray.

Lord, have mercy. Lord, forgive me.
I repent of a prodigal heart.
Lord, I’m calling! Lord, please draw me
With Your staff safely back into Your arms.

At times there’s a passion burning inside.
So, why is it, at other times, my heart feels so dry.
Instead of a fire, it’s distance I feel –
Overwhelmed and discouraged,
Alone and concealed.

Your rod and Your staff, how they comfort me!
It’s Your rod and Your staff I so dearly need!
Shepherd of my soul, You so patiently
Have left the ninety-nine and come to rescue me.