I wandered far through years of shade,
Where once-true vows and prayers had faded.
My heart grew hard, my steps grew slow,
And I forgot the way to go.
Through every battle, back and forth,
The enemy pressed down my worth.
Yet still, a quiet voice held near,
A thread of mercy breaking fear.
I’m still struggling even now,
With weary heart and trembling vow.
I often ask, “Lord, why am I here?
When once my heart was drawn so near?”
My desire was always Christ,
To live for Him, my truest life.
To walk in calling, truth, and light,
And not be lost in endless night.
So if this nudge still reaches me,
Then maybe grace has set me free.
Maybe the Shepherd, kind and true,
Still calls my heart to come back through.
Please stand in the gap for me,
And lift me up in prayer, I pray.
That God would soften what grew stone,
And lead this wandering heart back home.