My Wandering Years Have Passed

My Wandering Years Have Passed

My wandering years have passed.
It’s all been done; the die’s been cast.
And in my heart, behold the sign:
The fruit that ripens on the vine.

Jesus’ gentle ways and deeds
Have shown me where His pathway leads.
Eternal souls well understand
The changeless God, the timeless plan.

Look to the end and see a smile
Upon my face but for a while.
Pale death waited on the sly
But now I’ll not completely die.

Our steadfast union makes me strong
And though my time here won’t be long,
Within His shadow I’ll reside
And in my heart devotions hide.

Being found is such great gain.
My spirit’s emptied of its pain,
And though His Firstborn may be gone
The passion of my soul is won.


4/26/99