I don't want to become a stranger. I don't want to forget how Your voice sounds or the way You hold me till the storm passes. I don't want to run away from home anymore. I don't want to desire anything less than all of You. I don't want to live in loneliness and fear. I will run into Your arms again. Yes, I will run. Like a prodigal to my Father's warm embrace, I will run. And You carry me, You give Your child sweet rest, You restore my strength.