My shoes are in tatters and I am travel weary. The road appears endless. One more leaden step in the wrong direction. If I turn around.....
My burden is lightened, my aching feet pick up the stride of hope.
From a distance I can see my Father anticipating my arrival, with arms outstretched, he walks, neigh runs to embrace my drooping spirit.
I am found, and He, overcome with emotion, prepares a banquet, a feast fit for a king. I'm not worthy, but in God's eyes, I am his child, the delight of his heart.