Poem#27 Adopted Prodigals
Ephesians 1, Luke 15, Romans 11:11-24
Keep getting visions of a hand sowing garments not of Eden
And not garments made of seed from a plant, but from a Lamb
And not for the Beloved, but for those being Adopted, Grafted
Adopted Prodigals we’re being called Home by the Father
By the Father we never knew we had until it was Us He Saw
We’re no longer the Hired Servant we thought, We’re His Sons
Because we’re Adopted we’ve just got grafted into Luke 15
As in we’re the Prodigals everyone else left for dead or demons
Except for Jesus who cast out our Demons, Raised us a new Life
Don’t be left counting ourselves out when we’re being Chosen
Kneel before the King of Kings who’s waiting for us to accept
His Covering us the Redeemed even though we never knew Eden
We’re still being Adopted as if we’ve never left as if always been
Heirs to the Kingdom we never knew, accept He’s always knew us
As He formed us in our Mother’s Womb to be His Future People
Now we can open His Word not as Strangers lost in darkness
But as Prodigals coming home towards a running joyful Father
Ready to wrap us into the Garments He’s Sown for His Adopted
Ephesians 1, Luke 15, Romans 11:11-24
Keep getting visions of a hand sowing garments not of Eden
And not garments made of seed from a plant, but from a Lamb
And not for the Beloved, but for those being Adopted, Grafted
Adopted Prodigals we’re being called Home by the Father
By the Father we never knew we had until it was Us He Saw
We’re no longer the Hired Servant we thought, We’re His Sons
Because we’re Adopted we’ve just got grafted into Luke 15
As in we’re the Prodigals everyone else left for dead or demons
Except for Jesus who cast out our Demons, Raised us a new Life
Don’t be left counting ourselves out when we’re being Chosen
Kneel before the King of Kings who’s waiting for us to accept
His Covering us the Redeemed even though we never knew Eden
We’re still being Adopted as if we’ve never left as if always been
Heirs to the Kingdom we never knew, accept He’s always knew us
As He formed us in our Mother’s Womb to be His Future People
Now we can open His Word not as Strangers lost in darkness
But as Prodigals coming home towards a running joyful Father
Ready to wrap us into the Garments He’s Sown for His Adopted