Legitimate

Legitimate

by Joel Howard

When You listen to me I feel 

Your eyes staring into the depths of my cry 

I feel You breathe new life in me 

When You call my name 

When You listen to me You say, 

"Child, you're legitimate! You're not out of place!"

Here today I feel Abba's heart run to me 

As I stumble home at the end of my own way

Like the prodigal come

I return as a son though my weariness just begs 

For the bread of a hired man

God in His infinite mercy extends 

all the bounty He holds in His infinite hand

And I come home safely though I'd lost my way

"My son, my daughter, you're legitimate," He says 

And His smile over me never, ever ends!