O Lord Thou shalt open my lips and my mouth shall declare Thy praise.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Thy Cry of the Prodigal

Like the prodigal son1 O Lord, we have squandered the gifts Thou hast given us. Thou didst give us pure flesh at conception and a pure soul and baptism and as we grew older Thou didst give us Thy gifts to guide us to the Inner Chamber of Thy Love. But alas, we repaid Thee hatred for Thy Love.2 We rejected Thy Love for the world's empty pleasures which passed as easily as they came, leaving us always on the hunt for more in an insatiable addiction. We now return to thee in contrition. Gird us in the finest clothing and shoes and put rings on our fingers.3 Fill us now with Thy Love to break our sins, which rule our lives in Thy place. Fill us with Thy Love which will break our sins' hold on our flesh and restore purity to our souls. Send forth Thy Light and Thy Truth, which will lead us and guide us onto Thy holy mount and into Thy tabernacle. And we shall enter into the altar of God, to God who gave joy to our youth.4

1Lk 15:11-32
2Ps 108:5
3Lk 15:22
4Ps 42:3-4