Just Come Home
by Ruth Harms Calkin
God, You are so good!
When at last I called to You
From my prison without Exit
You did not exact from me
A solemn promise to do better.
You did not insist
That I adhere to an endless set of rules
To guarantee Your acceptance of me.
Nor did You say with frightening sternness
"Stand on your own two feet."
You unlocked prison doors
You invaded the very depths of me
You encompassed me with transforming love.
On the very spot where I groped and grappled
You turned me about toward a rugged cross.
You pointed to an empty tomb.
Then with gentle urging You said
"Your past is obliterated
Your future is secure
Just come home!"
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