Psalm of the Prodigal Son: The 100th Sheep He Would Not Let Go by Jeff Callaway
Psalm of the Prodigal Son: The 100th Sheep He Would Not Let Go By Jeff Callaway Texas Outlaw Poet For Jaxen & Casady "I will arise, and will go to my father, and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven, and before thee." — Luke 15:18 (Douay-Rheims) O Lord of every morning I have ever woken into, of every country road I have ever walked without knowing You walked it too, of every small-town east Texas sky that burned orange and red above the pines before I knew enough to call that fire Your name— I did not choose to be born. I did not select the coordinates of my beginning. You planted me in red clay Texas soil, in a town small enough that everyone knew your father's name, and You called that a gift, though I would spend forty years not understanding the language You wrapped it in. What shall I render to Thee, O Lord, for all the things Thou hast rendered unto me? I come before You now not as a man who has figured it all out. I come before You as a man who ran...
