prone to wander, Lord, i feel it
prone to slip and slide and fall
prone to forget all You’ve told me
focus on the petty, small
prone to believe lies and falsehoods
draw a blank on what is true
distracted by the cruelest idols
prone to crave the sparkly new
i’m also prone to be so selfish
prone to want my own mean way
place the compass in my pocket
now it’s easier to stray
prone to think Your plan is foolish
takes too long, this winding road
why go this way, why not there
i’m prone to whine about my load
thank You, God, for patience given
omnipotence that's never spent
all the grace and lovingkindness
daily strength to me You’ve lent
thank You, Lord, for mercy flowing
bitterness sucked from my veins
anger, rage and unforgiveness
vanished like the evening rains
thank You, Father, Son and Spirit
thank You for this daily bread
soothing all my rants and rages
from Your fullness, daily fed
thank You, Lord, for mountains moved
for jungles passed and rivers crossed
for peace that roars past understanding
my benefit from all You lost
prone to wander, Lord, i feel it
to Your throne i come and kneel
in my hands i bring my nature
nothing from You can i conceal
. . . prone to want my own way. I’m working on that.
I like the thought about the putting the compass in the pocket...His Word put away on a shelf or on the coffee table...No Bible no breakfast has been my theme for years now. I read that some missionary said that and it has helped me over these many years. We need His Word to guide us on the right path...if we obey...and oh! what joy when we do. Jeanne