Prodigals Come Home

There are simple ones who don't know Me, those who don't get in My Word, those who don't make My Decrees, prodigals scattered about by every wind of doctrine, those easily swayed by the world, those who easily get locked-in.  Preferring to sleep with the pigs they get covered in the muck and mud, the deception prevalent in My Church today, salving the conscience, but not teaching about My Blood.

Come back, come back Home, let Me wash you by My Word, let me walk you out of that gloam.  Draw near to Me, and I'll run out to You, I'll put a ring on your hand, a robe on your shoulders and even kill the fatted calf too.  We'll celebrate the day that you come back, in My House are many mansions, you will not have to know lack.  You will not have to sleep in solitude with those pigs, let Me clean you up and get you out of those dead man's digs.  For My Light is here and is clearly being shown, come up out of that pit, it's time to come back Home.

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