The Wayward Traveler

I closed my eyes til’ light was found In the depths of my spirit, a cymbal resound. I listened to God, my Savior, my Friend He spoke to me from beginning til end. He challenged my thoughts so beautifully Then left an impression in my being. To calm a storm or awaken the depths Clearing a path for life to begin. Then holding His hand, our spirit’s entwined, Now I acknowledge, my Life, my Love Divine And I, once, a Wayward Traveler too Looked at life from a different view.