you held out your arms, I walked away
insolent, I spurned your face
squandering the gifts you gave to me
holding close forbidden things
destitute, a rebel still, a fool in all my pride
the world I once enjoyed is death to me
no joy, no hope, no life
where now are the friends that I had bought
gone with every penny lost
what hope could there be for such as I
sold out to a world of lies
oh to see your face again, it seems so distant now
could it be that you would take me back
a servant in your house
you held out your arms, I see them still
you never left, you never will
running to embrace me, now I know
your cords of love will always hold
mercy’s robe, a ring of grace, such favour undeserved
you sing over me and celebrate
the rebel now your child
by meghan & ryan baird
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