O Come, O come Emmanuel
And ransom captive Israel.
That mourns in lonely exile,
Until the Son of God appears.
From slavery in Egypt to Exile in Babylon.
Israel always seemed to be wandering;
Trying to find its way to the Promised Land
Or back to it.
We are all Prodigal children.
Who think they I know what they want and where they are going
Only to be disappointed and disillusioned in the end.
Trying to find our way back home.
Held captive by our passions and desires.
Only when the Son of God can ransom us from sin and death
By His cross;
And only when the Son of God appears again in all of His glory,
Will we find our way home,
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