One day I wandered down a road
Took the wrong way; didn’t know.
In life don’t we just do the same —
Don’t ask directions, go our own way?
On this road I met a man
He asked me, “Do you know the way?”
“Where’s your map and have you asked
The way, the distance, for the task?”
I pondered this inside my soul
I didn’t really have a goal
How could I know where I was going;
My goal, my purpose hardly knowing?
He gave to me The Book and said,
“This have I long and often read.
This will guide you, as you’ll see
If you but oft’ its words do heed.”
And in The Book I met Another
His heart most tender, like a Lover
And with His presence and The Book
My wayward travels soon forsook
And when I wander now and then
He gently brings me back again
I often do His presence seek
And then in silence find my peace