A WANDERING MAN BEFORE.

I am a man, made to be a man,
Grown to be a man, love to be a man,
But I was just like the wandering sheep
 who did not love the fold,
Who did not love the shepherd’s voice,
That which I cannot be controlled,
I was a wayward man,
I did not love my home,
I did not love my father’s tender voice,
I did not listen to the master’s call,
I loved afar to roam,
I loved to stray away on my own,
Not knowing where I was going,
All I did like was to go
 up and down the hill alone.

The shepherd calls,
I put a dear ear to his call,
I was playing with the wolves,
Where I did not belong.

The shepherd sought his sheep,
The father sought his child,
He followed me over and down the hills,
Over the deserts and waste lands,
He found me nigh to death,
Famished and faint, and alone,
He bound me with the bonds of love,
He saved I the wandering sheep.

I am no more regarded as
 the wandering sheep,
I love to be controlled,
I love my tender’s shepherd voice,
I love the peaceful fold,
No more a wayward man,
I seek no more to roam,
I love my heavenly father’s voice,
I love His home,
NEVER WOULD I BE
 A WANDERING MAN!