Prodigal’s thorn

by Romuald Feldmann

Thank you oh Lord, for this pride crushing pain
That keeps me close to all that love of yours
No wonder thousands count this as their gain
Amazing grace in mercy’s flowing course.

What else would humans want oh, Jesus
Besides this all simplicity of Love
As burdens die, your deep peace fills us
Hush evening wings and gentleness of dove.

Why did so many angels want to leave your high place
And why did Adam coveted the taste of ruin
Forgive oh, Lord the shame that stains your love-face
And all the smell of death I hide within.

I see the ring oh, Father in your hand
Don’t show it please my shame is burning
You came in Christ to my road’s end
To plant in me a heart anew and heaven’s singing.