She wandered for years
In war-torn lands.
Why she didn’t go home,
I don’t understand.
Sometimes begging,
Sometimes stealing.
You’ve got to survive —
Starvation not appealing.
Oh, where can I go, Lord?
Will I ever find a home?
It’s only in Your arms, Lord,
That I won’t feel forlorn.
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