This actually happens to me on a fairly regular biases. It's like my version of a Quiet Book*****. Anyway, such was the case today, and instead of toss my notes scribbled on the back of my sacrament meeting program into a pile of papers from my past like I normally do, I thought that I'd type it up (rough though it is) and put it on the blog. Enjoy:
Wandering amid the shadows,
My soul’s wasteland, dark and drear,
Stumbling, falling, I’m a stranger,
In this land of pain and fear.
Now again I take my journey,
Barren land and storm-tossed sea,
On every side I’m afflicted.
Hosanna Jesus, Save me!
In this world of desolation,
The flame of faith flickers still,
Pointing towards that distant promise,
Rescue, and my heart to heal.
Come Dayspring, Hope, the Father’s Son,
Creator and Redeemer,
All is of, and by, and through Thee,
Pierced are the hands that cure.
When the Lord shall come unto us,
In our lives and to our world,
All that’s broken shall be mended,
Souls expand like flags unfurled.
Then I too shall see the promise,
Day of glory, time of peace,
My voice shall join the heav’nly choir,
My gladsome songs find release.
*Me
**Me again
***both of us this time, I hope
****Back to just me, I think
*****If you don't know what this is, just count your blessings.