They once belonged to the household, Once enjoyed in the lord's courtyard; A while ago, they were steadfast.
But with a blink, blown off…
Toured to a strange land, Like, Demas to Thessalonica.
Choosing the path of betrayers,
Singing in a strange land the lord's songs
Of healing now mused into rhymes of hollowed regrets.
Come back you who are astray!
There is an open gate of grace,
The merciful master stands at the gate,
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