Return Home America
Liberty, enlightening the world’s eyes,
a child in the garden, where innocence lies.
A fairy tale home we held inside walls of care,
where the legend of service still lingers in air.
A love’s envy, soft as a wayward breeze,
a mile with me, through the heart’s deep seas.
Mother, I offer a noon prayer for thee,
of surrender, of grace, by the unseen altar’s plea.
A scrap of paper, a wayfarer’s note,
on the distant road, that the weary wrote.
America, America, returns home to me,
prosperity’s land, where dreams roam free.
Welcome home, an American in an hour,
another chance to bloom, to hold power.
Arrival in the garden, bittersweet and pure,
The world and America—in legacy to endure.
Christ of everywhere, through day and night,
departure doors open, daring in sight.
The road reverberates, resounding in American lore,
where God is in our prayers—we meet Jesus evermore.
For America, for liberty, we walk with grace,
through the reflection of our past—future finding our place.
WoPoLi 
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