THE WANDERS RETURN
Lost! Far from the straight and narrow path am I,
I might as well curl up or fade away and die,
Yet death brings to me fear, what do I face
Now I have wondered from goodness and grace?

Am I too far gone to try and find my way back home?
Did I too long in the depths of sin and shame roam?
Are my sins so scarlet that they can’t be cleansed again
Ever freed from fear and the weight of sins great pain?

No one even cares any more, I bet they gave up on me.
Is there anyone who cares enough to help set me free?
I have not strength enough to do it all on my own,
Oh, will some support for disobedient me be shown.

A note, a telephone call, a gentle knock on the door,
A loving arm around me as there used to be before
I strayed, listen to me plead today in my deep despair,
Please, somebody hear my broken voice and truly care.

Lord, can you hear my plaintiff cry to thee up above,
Show me that, although I am not worthy of thy love,
Thou wilt still call me child, I want to come back to thee
And find a way from sin and error to at last to be free.

A letter from a friend, the missionaries called round,
Found at last when ready, Oh what a joyful sound
Are the words of the gospel to a lost and lonely sheep
Who was found again, just before he sank too deep.

Those on the right path please listen with great car
To the prompting of the spirit to guide you to where
A wanderer maybe seeking the path back into the light,
Turning a dark, fearful road into a path clear and bright.

M Ann Margetson February 19, 2002