She walks on hoping for rest.
At the town, she sleeps in peace.
With food and friends, she is content.
Yet come the next day, nothing satisfies.
The next town will do she says.
She walks on hoping for rest.
In the arms of a man she is at peace.
The tasks of work bring content.
Yet come the next day, she is unhappy.
She worries she'll never be filled.
Towards home she turns with hope.
The Father fixes his gaze to the road.
He recognizes his daughter's silhouette and runs
to embrace her in his arms.
Father, I'm weary and knew no place to turn;
I've been gone too long and feel unworthy to be here.
My child, come in and find rest.
You are and will always be my child.
You were lost, but now are found.
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