I want a hero's welcome
when I am home
not a party for the
prodigal son who
returns penniless
willing to be a servant.
I want the journey
of a moment to be
considered brilliant,
wonderful, courageous even.
I am a hero
for I am God's Son.
Love bid me adieu
and welcome back.
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Ooh. I love it
Some days, I come home whimpering
Others I think I am ready for the laurel wreath
Most of all, I think I want to be welcomed home by being gathered up in Father's arms, safe at home at last.
I'll see you there, Sister.
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