Found am I,
the broken-hearted,
so ashamed of what I've been.
Remain in me, Father,
for I have sinned,
but I am renewed in You again.
I have left You many times,
but still You wait for me.
With outstretched arms, You call.
"There is a burden,
though it is light,"
these, Your words to all.
In Your voice, there is rest.
Gently, yet humbling me, You spoke.
"Come, walk along with Me,
as I carry the weight of this yoke."