Have you ever been angry with God? Have you ever gone so far from God you thought you could not return? Have you ever felt ashamed to face him? Afraid to see the reproach in his eyes, hear the judgment in his voice? Some Christians are afraid of dying for just those reasons. They think they’ve somehow done more bad things than good. As though God were keeping score and they’d flunked the test. What if that’s wrong? What if someday you realized the Savior is just that – Savior? Redeemer. Advocate with the Father? What if you knew he would never give up on you? Would that change your view of life? Of God? Of heaven?
CALLING THE WANDERER HOME
Out of darkness – light.
From the depths of silence – a song.
Amid our dying – the gift of life.
From despair – the will to go on.
In the rubble of war a flower is growing.
the love of a mother is warm.
Through the canyons of steel
soft showers are blowing.
A light draws the wanderer home.
In the dust of our dreams
a small hope is growing,
the touch of God’s hand leads us on.
Through the deserts of pain
the Spirit is blowing,
and God draws the wanderer home.
In the midst of our laughter
a sorrow is growing.
We try to forget what we’ve known.
Our pleasures grow frantic
to shut out the crying
as God calls the wanderer home.
Bright lights and music
and wine for the asking,
and plenty of room left to roam.
And we almost can’t hear it,
that sweet Spirit calling,
drawing the wanderer home.
Down through the ages
the Spirit keeps calling
no matter how far man may go.
In the cries of our laughter
or desperate sorrow
a light calls the wanderer home.
If you think you’re beyond
the hope of His calling.
If your heart is too heavy for song.
Take my hand and I’ll help you
to hear it more clearly,
God calling the wanderer home
c.2011 by Donna Swanson/ Splinters of Light
