I awoke from a dream. 
I was flying home. 
The wind wailed on my wings, and my strength was waning. 
And I knew wherefrom rescue would come, but I scarcely called. 
Then the sun's rays fell upon me there. 
Raining, reigning...(and to the ground) a sobering descent. 
From the dust I'm sure my voice was heard on desolate heights, weeping (Jeremiah 3:21). 
"Break up your fallow groundand do not sow among thorns" (Jeremiah 4:3). 
"You shall call me, "My Father," and not turn away from me" (Jeremiah 3:19). 
As my Father has cared for me to this end (Matthew 10:29-31),
how much more will He care for you? 
O Israel, return (Jeremiah 3&4).