For Thee, O God

As wingless bird blown from its nest

By heartless wind with cruel surprise

As such a bird for wings to rise

So longs my soul for Thee, O God.

As wandering lamb when twilight falls

Cold, bleating longs for sheltered fold

And shepherd-love to find and hold
So longs my soul for Thee, O God.

As stranger lone in friendless place

Met cold by loveless stranger gaze

Hungers for home and love's warm rays,

So longs my soul for Thee, O God.

For Thou art wings to weakened souls

And Love to find the ones who roam

And bring them to Thee - Thou art Home

And joy to me, Thou art my God.

- AFC, 3-18-2011