I awoke to find myself wandering
Wondering when you will be here
Finally sauntering into my life
In a special way you found my strife

I do not pretend to be anything else
Other than a dreary old servant of our Lord
Ignored on all fronts I still serve
Until I end up like fire

Truth is always there
And when conviction comes with truth
It spreads like fire and accelerant
So beware, He looks after His sheep