You gather here to find mercy, know that
forgiveness is near. Trust in me I have compassion,
there is no reason to fear.
Come to me humble in sorrow and shame,
I will reach out to embrace.
Prodigal children come softly to me: I am here.
I know that life is a struggle, sometimes
the road is all stones. I understand if you stumble,
prodigal children come home.
I once gave sight to a blind man, forgave
the woman of sin. So, too, must you be forgiving,
reach out and heal as my hands.
