A Call

If you haven't taken the time to read or listen to John Piper's, "The Prodigal's Sister" then you are missin' out.

Here's his final prayer of the imaginative retelling of the parable of the prodigal son.

And now, O Christ, let there be light

So we can see the way aright

Between two dismal forms of death,

And with that light, O give us breath

To live again, and bring us back

From pleasures in a foreign shack,

Or from the pride of weary arm,

While working on the Father's farm.

From demon sloth and pleasures raw,

Or demon toil and pride of law.

The pathway home from either place

Is opened by the word of grace.

O Christ, pursue us till we see

That all of God's bequests are free.

The ticket that we have to show

Is this: that we are glad to go