I’d a sort of a hunch that I’d messed up again
It’s not that I’d purposely stray
Immersed as I was in a gift He had given
I’d drifted slowly away
Away, in the sense that God wasn’t first
Though still He was well up the scale
But well up the scale…I’m afraid’s far too low
And the Spirit’s voice grew frail

I suppose like a child with a brand new bike
Enthralled…caught up with the gift
I’d cycled on in a hazy glow
Till I realized I was adrift
For night had fallen suddenly
And I didn’t know the way back
By focusing on the blessing…alas
I’d wandered well off track

So I pondered a bit and thought about it
And back to the Blesser I went
Well the long and the short of this curious report
Is I realized I must repent
To the penitent heart God will give a new start
For He leaves heaven’s door wide ajar
When I cried out, “I’m lost!”
It seemed God replied
“No you’re not. I know just where you are.”