Wayward

Lord, if You we seek Lord, will You then speak? For it’s sad to say Seems we’ve gone astray

As e’en when we’re still We don’t know Your will Our vision has blurred Our hearts are not stirred

No one did us tell That we were ‘unwell’ Who should have been there To give to us care?

Where did we go wrong? And when – oh, how long?

Feels like we’re storm tossed Many souls we’ve lost Dare we hope or dream That You can redeem

Can we stay afloat In this damaged boat? Save us from the brink So we don’t all sink

September 2021 © Mary Deaves