What's Your Story?
by Michael Doyle

Tell me, please, of the glory
That opens up your story
Leaving behind the ninety-nine
For the inheritance that is mine

Doing that riotous living
Needing more than a little forgiving
Feeling more than unworthy
Brother, you are no lesser than me

At least, as a matter of history
But you know, the sins of the family
Do not really stand up and linger
Even with society's pointed finger

Tell me then of your story
Lived out to the Father's glory
Prodigal as a lost sheep
Because of promises we wouldn't keep

Tell me of your story
it was hard to see God's glory
Lost coins tossed by lost sheep
Because of promises we felt we could not keep

It was a God shaped vacuum 
For which goodness had little room
Part of the alibied wrecking crew
Assured as we lived without a clue

In an overdose of extremity
Living past thirty seemed not to be 
That's when God reached out for free
And brought you to His majesty

Thrown books have words to read
Red letter moments find the need
Planting as it were a faith of seed
And by these, your soul has been freed

Tell me then of your story
Lived out to the Father's glory
Prodigal as a lost sheep
Because of promises we wouldn't keep

Tell me then of your story
It was hard to see God's glory
Lost coins tossed by lost sheep
Because of promises we felt we could not keep

God can take a dead man walking
And set his soul to straight talking
Changing lives in a living prayer
Freeing with grace from Satan's snare

Even where the lights have grown dim
Peace can be found through belief in him
Taken back from the far country to redemption
It's a story worthy of its contemplation 

(c) July 25, 2021  Michael Doyle
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