Jesus, you are a friend of the unworthy, the unfit, the outcast.
The law-obsessed Pharisees could not understand it,
but they didn’t know that they were just as lost, too.
O Lord, I know how easily I would be lost without your grace.
Like a simple sheep, I get distracted or complacent.
I make a few missteps, until I’ve completely lost track
of the place I should be.
Like an entitled son, I demand my own way and chase empty pleasures.
I taste how poorly I can provide for myself,
until I’m desperate for your mercy.
Jesus, will you leave the ninety-nine to go after me?
Will you put me on your shoulders and carry me home?
Jesus, will you see me coming from a long way off?
Will you be filled with compassion, will you run to embrace me?
O Lord, how deeply I need your rescue.
O Lord, how I wait to hear heaven rejoicing as you bring me home.