Through sin’s alarming, charming way, I was the wanderer gone astray.
I listened as the wind yet blew, and why he came nobody knew.
Steep and stark the way to heaven, still Your promise is; I am forgiven.
Precious One, you’ve been my guide, throughout my winsome, struggling stride.
Spirit’s soothing voice resound, knowledge, wisdom, sweet, profound.
Let Words of Life flow into me, no more of charm’s false chivalry.