You never leave, You are before, behind,
And all through me.
When You hold me in the hollow of your hand,
How can anything go wrong?
When I walk the cliff-edge of earthly desire,
Your staff is a verdant hedge against my falling.
When I insist on being wrong, just for the thrill of it,
Your rope tightens and I feel
The sharp tug of your disappointment.
Surely goodness and mercy are spread out before me
Like a carpet of wild flowers,
And you will shepherd me home
In spite of my meanderings,
Ultimately You have faith in me,
Your goat of awkward dimensions.