Lost Prodigals

A prodigal, no need I sensed
For God my folks had known;
The world’s allure enticed me thence;
Its friendship close had grown.

God’s vessels kind would not forget
This poor soul, most decried.
A God so real, through them I met;
I could no more deny.

O precious faith! O sweetest love!
O joy beyond compare!
Life’s every turn God’s mercy proved,
Unfailing, secret care.

E’en if I take the wings of dawn,
At ocean’s limits dwell*,
God faithful, wise, will lead me on,
His searchings keep me well.

Go forth! Our Shepherd yearns that more
Lost prodigals we’d find
Into each wounded heart outpour
Fresh, timely oil and wine!

The Lord is pleased to build His home
In every contrite heart;
The feeble in His hand become
His warring counterpart.