On the long
Road with a sorrow worn and
Silent she returned
Home with her hands and future
Empty
Foreign fields
Lay like a land she could not
Answer yet her steps
Moved toward the mercy yet unseen
You drew her
Near beneath Your wings of kindness
You made a
Way through the dust of grief and loss
She found
Rest when Your favor met
Her hunger love became
Bread in the middle of
Her need
In the hard
Sun she would gather what was
Left behind every grain
Shone like a whisper sent from
Heaven
Then a voice
Came with a tenderness so
Gentle and her tears
Turned to a hope she had not known
You clothed her
Days with redeeming compassion
You gave her
Song where the night had left its ache
She stood
Safe in the shade of Your
Redeeming grace became
Home for the soul that once
Had roamed
You wrote her
Name in the line of restoration
You crowned the
Poor with a legacy of praise
She will
Sing of the God who lifts
The stranger mercy made
Room and her mourning
Bloomed
