Like the wandering Aramean
God called you to follow Him
When you would have gone astray
Flailing and tripping day to day
But good He was to save your soul,
Bind you up and make you whole.
Now come opponents left and right
Thinking that they have the might
But really nothing knowing
While in you the light is glowing.
Onward, onward to heaven’s door
Right through death we will soar.
The road is rough, the going tough,
He’s there, His grace good enough.
0615 on 22 Dec., 2020