A beckon from on high
Calling back to source
The echoes as of love
I heed the masters call
Strayed for wants unmet
Delay resembles denial
Waiting Heart made weary
With Hope long deferred
Sought self alternate help
Values in compromise bent
This way seemeth right
Ended enroute destruction
Recalibrated back on track
In Him I found my way
With wide open arms
Was lost but now I am found
Banjo Omoyele