Treasure Island

cheryl davis miller

(2/26/57 / America)

The Wanderer

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,


Submitted: Friday, November 29, 2013
Edited: Saturday, November 30, 2013

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