My life has been marked by my wandering
Roaming tween this thing and that
Trying my hand at each new kind of deal
If I ripped you off, that was that.
I thought of myself as important
I said it was my way or none
Then I met a dark eyed stranger
And I knew right away I was gone!
His glance bore into my spirit
My conscience? I didn’t have one
I felt restless, frustrated, and plain sorrowful
For the life I had led was near gone.
He turned and somehow I followed
He led me the way of the Cross
I saw all my sins there before me
My heart bled with guilt and with loss.
Then the stranger put His hand on my shoulder
And said, “Friend, choose life this day
I died so you’d live for ever
Turn round and start living My way”.
Now I am following the Master
By the strings of my heart I am bound
It is His way or no way I’m after
I’m standing on Holy ground.
Come with me I’ll show you the Master
With the strings of your heart you’ll be bound
Let your life be marked by His glory
Look! You’re standing on Holy ground.
Wyn Barratt Aug 2012.