worship trick 96 - you'd never end the story

as ever cheryl has been inspiring me with her easter postcards for prison, and various written pieces. i am making this reflection on the prodigal son, you'd never end the story , worship trick 96.

You’d never end the story by turning us away
so why do we live as if we could do something that will stop you loving us?

You’d never end the story giving up waiting for us
so why do we live in fear of wearing out your patience?

You’d never end the story with a litany of our sins
so why do we live as though you see us only with eyes of judgement?

You’d never end the story giving us one last warning
so why do we live in fear that your goodwill will run out?

You’d never end the story not recognising us
so why do we live thinking you don’t know the shape of our souls?

You’d never end the story with outpourings of anger
so why do we live in fear of incurring your wrath?

You’d never end the story by taking us back as servants
so why do we live as though there are limits on your grace?

You’d never end the story slamming a door in our face
so why do we live in fear of your rejection?

You’d never end the story with anything but love
so why do we live as though our story might end with anything but love?

i also loved this rumour

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[Christy Merry]

This reminded me of a poem I wrote many years ago (shared below):

True Love

You'll never take the quick train out at midnight.
You'll never leave me wondering what I did.
Even if I can't see
I will learn to believe
When I can't hear You breathe
And I'll learn to say,
"My Wesley will come for me."

You're not the kind to make promises and break them.
You're not the kind who's ever forced to make them.
Even when I can't see
I will learn to receive;
When the gift You gave
Is buried in the grave
And You seem far away
I will learn to say,
"My Wesley will come for me."

It's midnight and my wedding dress is on.
It seems I've never waited longer for the dawn.
Even when I can't see
And they call me naive
As I wait for the day
I have learned to say,
"My Wesley will come for me."

- 7/2/98 Christy Merry

p.s. the spacing is a bit different in the original, but this is the 'left-justified version'...