PRODIGAL

Why do I sit beside the dusty roadWaiting for strength to lift againThis weary load of care?The weight of it is often moreThan I can bear.To whom do I take it—and where?O sorrowing heart,No more shalt burdened beIn futile roaming.Divine Love bids me comeUnhampered, joyous, free,With footsteps homing.

Zula Hall

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