When first we come to know the Lord his love for us is sure,
But as time goes by we take his love for granted.
Then we may start to drift away from him who's love is pure,
And end up in a place that isn't wanted.
We at last like the prodigal must turn and run back home,
To where we know the one who loves is waiting.
Feeling shame for wandering we fall down at his feet,
His love for us is more than we were anticipating.