prone to wander, Lord i feel it
but to something else i’m prone
as You draw me ever near
til i see none but You alone
prone to come to You most mornings
feel the warmth of Your embrace
prone to cast my cares upon You
lift to You my upturned face
because i’ve never met impatience
prone to come again, again
to Your throne of love and mercy
prone to bring my sin, my sin
prone also to bring my toys
these broken fragments for Your care
You’ve never scoffed at things i love
but with such gentleness repair
prone to squirm each time i feel
Your Spirit moving in my soul
though i’ve seen the other side
when gladness comes and fills my bowl
prone to sing Your praise eternal
for You have proven, every way
that there is no one, no one like You
i feel Your love in each new day
prone to wish this moment over
long to see You sans the veil
prone to grab Your hand much tighter
feel the mark of that old nail
Thank you for the beauty you described of being His child, fully accepted in His Son.