Coming home

On the way back to ZionWe walked through dark places,Swamps of loneliness, valleys of despair,Saw sights better not seenIn ourselves and those around us.

With every step we turned moreAnd more to God, for strength, for life,Dropping extra baggage, untilAll we had left was the pearlChrist Jesus had told us about. See Matt. 13:45, 46 .

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