Come to the father

A wee poem that came out of worship on Sunday.  I felt God wanted to challenge how we come to him as our father.  Do we come with hands full of good things we've done and reasons he should love us or do we come empty-handed but through Jesus his son; sufficient for us? God says to come broken and weeping, frustrated and weak, just as we are.

Come to the father

Come to the father
but how, you might say?
With good things you've done?
Nice things that you've prayed?

No, come to the father
through Jesus, his son,
great things he has taught us
great things he has done.

Come to the father
you low, broken souls,
know this is the father
who alone makes you whole

Yes, come to the father
through Jesus, his son,
great things he has taught us
great things he has done.

Come to the father,
you proud, stubborn hearts
have them broken here now,
for he fulfils your deepest part

Yes, come to the father
through Jesus, his son,
great things he has taught us
great things he has done.

Come to the father,
bring your tears and your grief.
His comforting love
is your sweetest relief

Come to the father
through Jesus, his son,
great things he has taught us
great things he has done.

Come to the father
with nothing to give
so you can receive
he who makes you live.

So, come to the father
through Jesus, his son
not by the strength
of your tired, weary hands,

But stand in the knowledge
that you are his child;
held fast by your father
through the storms rough and wild.

For when he looks on you
though he knows all your sin
he chooses not to remember
and instead smiles with love
for Jesus' blood is enough for him.

TheWeeScottie