I don't want to become a stranger.
I don't want to forget how Your voice sounds
or the way You hold me till the storm passes.
I don't want to run away from home anymore.
I don't want to desire anything less than all of You.
I don't want to live in loneliness and fear.
I will run into Your arms again.
Yes, I will run.
Like a prodigal to my Father's warm embrace, I will run.
And You carry me, You give Your child sweet rest,
You restore my strength.