Adrift in a sea of perplexity.
That’s how it seems if Your not guiding me.
Cautiously each step I take with fear.
For the cause of not sensing Your presence near.
Why do I stumble on in dark of night?
When Only Your guidance will give to me sight.
I tremble and press on I merely survive.
It’s you and Your presence; that make me alive.
The Wanderers wondering,”Why is it so,
I sit here in misery when home I could go?”
God grace me with faith to arise and step out.
Deliver my soul from all angst and doubt.
Then I as a child could cling once again;
to He Who delivered my soul from all sin.
So there in your lap near the warmth of Your chest;
this wandering drifter could curl up and rest.
Gather Me Home Lord.
Just pictured this, when I woke up this morning. Have you ever been there? Would you admit to it, if you have? Just ‘wondering’.