Finally, I’m in His arms again.
My hands hanging and dangling loose on my body.
I’m scared to wrap my arms around Him cause of who I am now.
I time-travel to a few seconds back before the hug,
As He ran towards me, His son, with tears running down,
And a smile stamped on His face.
But finally, I’m in His arms again.
As I rest my head on His shoulder of love,
I think of how I was resting in the filth of my former sins.
As He is holding me tight,
Welcoming me into His heart,
I think of how the world had held me prisoner, as it had welcomed me into its heart
But wait….something is happening here.
The warmth of His hug is slowly sailing into the docks of my heart.
Sweeping off the cold from all those cold nights with the pigs and the mud.
I feel His heartbeat as he hugs me.
Wait….our hearts are beating as one.
His heart is warming mine.
I’m feeling the warmth moving….yes it’s building into a fire,
Lighting up in me as it is rekindling what had died in me.
But…..I am covered in dirt,
Smelling death.
Everyone resents my breath
I know that I’m a wreck.
Why is He so close?
It is enveloping me so close.
Does He not see and smell my sins?
Oh well, it’s been a minute since anyone, or anything has been so close to me,
So this feels great!
Just as I’m about to raise my dirty hands to hug Him too,
Just for the sake of it,
I feel something.
From His arms on my back, something oozes out of Him.
Inside His hands are holes….
Could these be from….?
Out of them flows mercy, melting my moulds and my mourning away
His grace and righteousness are dripping and permanently becoming my cover.
Instantly I understand, that this is my Father,
No matter what I do, or where I go.
His love for me is unfailing.
With that heavenly comprehension, I lift my arms and embrace Him too.
Finally, He is in my arms for the first time.
Then He whispers in me,
“Welcome home son; welcome home!”