How Often Have You Come to Me

I snatched stuff shiny down in their dirt
And asked the gods, what is it worth?
Retorts and smiles shot from their faces
To you, to us, or in these places?

‘Twas then I knew there must be more
My pockets full and wretched poor
I set my course for a beacon bright
On a golden shore into the light

I left those gods on a slippery shore
Their seductive lies I’ll hear no more
I steer the way over tossing foam
And veer to stay on my heading home

You stood for me since I’ve been astray
I’ve seen the light; I’ve come your way
I kneel and bow to accept your grace
For you forgive what I can’t erase

You pardoned me like a prodigal son
With pressing debt and payment none
In sweet relief each passing day
I thank you Lord; You lead the way

Lord help me heed when you call on me
With a heart to hear and a will to see
Find faith that’s strong when times are tough
And a prayer to say when I’ve had enough

When day is done and my work here over
And they lower me down beneath the clover
I’ll sleep in peace and await the day
When they call me out and then I’ll say

You pardoned me like a prodigal son
With pressing debt and payment none
In sweet relief each passing day
I thank you Lord; You lead the way