Follow the trail of shells,
Follow them home,
Where love’s long labour marks the way.
Though you forget,
You are remembered.
In my Father‘s house there is a place,
Marked with your name,
And no oceans can divide you
Anymore.
Love waits.
We drift into strange places
And the pilgrim path is long.
Our memories grow dim,
Our hearts benighted,
Confused by distraction
In our many-coloured world.
Love waits.
And in the hour we remember
When we come unto ourselves
Love waits
To guide us home.
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