Broken Pieces
The Wanderer
Copyright 2006.
Written for an Advent Story project I'm working on - from the perspective of the wandering sheep, the one who left
the fold, the one the Shepherd had to leave the 99 to find.
I believe that many of us can relate to this little sheep, for we too have wandering hearts, and sometimes wandering
feet.
Lyrics
Verse 1:
From the moment that I was born
My Momma called me 'The Wanderer'.
For I looked around in wonder
At the world all around me,
So peaceful and green, so bright and so clean.
Would you tell me, please, I must know what's over that ridge?
Would you tell me, please, what's across that stream, and over that bridge?
I must KNOW!
Chorus:
For I'm the Wanderer! I'll go wandering
For all of my life! All of my life
I'm the Wanderer! I'll be Wandering,
Don't worry 'bout me, I've got to be free!
I must know, right now, what's over that hill
And past that horizon.
I must know, I'm sure it is wonderful
And rather surprising,
Still I must know!
Bridge:
So I'm off on my own
I'm finally alone
Alone and free!
But I've got to beware
There are dangers out there
Threatening me!
Verse 2:
Surrounded by enemies, wolves all around me,
Broken and bleeding, my voice it is pleading!
But the Good Shepherd heard my cry,
He came with His staff, the wolves, they are leaving
The Shepherd receiving!
Though His heel was bruised,
He carried me back home on His shoulders.
A little bit sadder, a little bit wiser, a little bit older.
But I will still,
Chorus:
Be the Wanderer! I'll go wandering
I'll follow the shepherd, maybe together
We'll go wandering, past that mountain spring
And over that hill, over that hill.
His rod and staff, they will guide me
Wherever we roam!
And I'm sure this Good Shepherd will find the way home!
The path that leads home!
The path that leads home!