Parched

I emptied my pockets; I emptied my soul.  
The diamond I treasured appears to be coal,
after all I carried, following arrows of green,
my hands are empty of all but shame.  

I'm thirsty;  I've tried a hundred different springs.
I'm hungry; each bite I take more hunger brings.
Will somebody please point the way to a fountain that's not dry?  
I should be at home with me,
but my soul's too parched to cry.

You tell me you've loved me, unknown and unseen.
Alone in this dark place, please, come, intervene,
take my hand; I'll follow.  I believe what you say:  
there's a banquet waiting outside my door.  

I'm thirsty; I've tried a hundred different springs.
I'm hungry; each bite I take more hunger brings.
You tell me that you know the way to the fountain that's not dry.  
Can I make my home with you?  
For I've found glad tears to cry.
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This song is a retelling of the story of the prodigal, one who has wandered away
and found himself lost in every way, even lost to himself.
At his most fragile and desperate point,
he finds he has been seen and known and still deeply loved all along
by the unknown and unseen One who can alone satisfy
the restless and anxious cravings of the prodigal's soul.
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