Going Home

Whenever I go

Home, weary from wandering
Physically drained, mentally worn
And troubled emotionally

Father, with arms wide open
Receives and leads me in
Always, unconditionally

He gives me water to quench
My parched thirst
And hands me bread broken to
Fulfil my hunger

Then washes me clean
From earthy sweat and grime
Till I am renewed in spirit
Trust and faith reignite.


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