cheryl davis miller
The Wanderer - Poem by cheryl davis miller
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 mearly survive.
It's you and Your presence that makes 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,
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