Traveler’s Song

By A. A. Wordsmith

Young Wanderer, you’ve traveled far.

You carry wounds and battle scars.

You shall return, no more to roam.

Safely to arrive at Home

Take My wings; they know the way.

And on swift feet, charge the fray.

All hope seems lost, no will to fight.

But here’s My strength, My Word your Light.

Hear My call and heed My Rest,

When you fall, I guide your quest.

Young Wanderer, you’ve traveled far.

You carry wounds and battle scars.

You shall return, no more to roam.

Safely to arrive at Home.