How You Kept p with Me This Long!
Stubborn and restless, yet held close to your chest—
the prodigal, rebelling against your cause.
Fighting the tide, divine plans set aside,
trading my crown, seeking the world.
I drink in the lie,
toil and compromise—
princess turned pauper.
Are the detours by my hand,
or do I blame the whispering liar?
Drowning in noise and distraction,
disappointment and shame—just a few.
My soul, weary—
yet You find me.
You never lost me.
From your throne, watching,
I am your lost treasure, never forgotten.
“Are you ready to come home?” you ask.
My crown—still as shiny as ever.
Scales fall off—
the world was always mine.
In a state of repentance, I consider—
How You kept up with me this long.


