In My Oven.: Prodigal.

Father, Jesus, Holy Spirit,

This road is difficult,

Sometimes I can't feel it,

Or even in my thinking.

Father, I am running to You,

Running to You,

This road is so difficult.

I'm running to You,

Running into Your arms.

I was afraid,

Of following blindly,

Looking for truth,

I got deeper into the dark.

Then I turned around,

To see the light so far,

I feel like the prodigal,

I know I'm not worthy.

But I'm running to You,

Running to You,

Are You running to me too?

Were You waiting,

Were You watching,

Like the father,

You saw me turning,

You were running to me too.

I'm running to You, Lord,

Will You tell me that it's okay?

I'm running to You, Lord,

Will You restore me as Your daughter?

As I run to You,

I can see Your shadow,

Can I see Your face too?

Won't You say You'll run to me too,

Lord, run to me too,

As the father in the story.

In My Oven.