Come back, my precious son, come back.
My grieved heart sends forth deep sighs.
I call to you, my son, come back.
Get loose of the crafty enemy's lies.
I recall bright boyhood days.
You knew the love of our saving Lord.
Tricks and deceptions led you astray;
Dormant in your captive heart lies God's Word.
Your Father loves you deeply, my son,
Eager to take you in outspread arms.
His mercy follows after you, my precious son.
The blood of Jesus breaks Satan's deadly charms.
by Julie Dunlap 9-25-2000
Many years ago I wrote this poem for Caleb, and I praise the Lord that he came back to our Father's outstretched arms. The angels in heaven rejoice and celebrate his return.
