At times, to be a Christian becomes very hard.
I find myself sneaking out of heaven’s yard
Into the world, as if I’d been hurled by my will.

Oh no!

But you come and find
My soul when I’m blind
And lead me back to You.

Back to You, where You love me.
Back to You far above me,
And I’m glad, once again,
To behold You, my Friend,
As You welcome me
Back to You.

How can I explain the grace You offer me?
As the sand is comforted by the cooling sea,
As the earth is cleansed by the gentle rain,
My faithful Friend, You take me back again.