Come home!

Come home, my daughter!
I am waiting for you!
Some say that you are a prodigal child,
You are always my precious girl in my mind.
You have come all the way from the foreign land
and gone through thistles and thorns in the waste land.

Now, come home, my daughter!
There is a feast for you!
Some say that they are lies cheating
It is always real as my heart beating
You are not a guest in your own home
You are the hostess in God’s kingdom.

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