The desert sands of time so lost
had robbed my soul, had dearly cost.
I wasted all the gifts God gave
to bow at altars low and grave.
I wandered far to find sin’s thrill
through luring vale, o’er tempting hill.
I changed my name to be set free
of all that cared and prayed for me.
I tasted all forbidden fruit.
It left me empty, sick, and mute
as dancing days turned into night,
and laughter faded from the light.
The silence shouted. Coldness came.
I shivered in the tempter’s rain.
Alone except for Satan’s howl
I cried to Death, “Come, take me now!”
But through the storm that battered me
I heard the truth of Eternity.
“Death is not the sinner’s end.
Death is not the captive’s friend.
Look up, take heart, your Father nears!
Go home to Him and leave your fear.”
With all the strength that thought could give
I rose to find my home and live.
Down familiar path I trod
with heavy steps o’er dusty sod.
Until the voice I now loved most
called through the wideness of my loss,
“My Son! My Son! You’re coming home!
You’ve chosen never more to roam!
Come let me hold you in my arms
And soothe away sin’s many harms.”
At last I knew all that I’d tried
could never leave me satisfied.
Only in my Father’s care
could I find all I ever dared
to dream of happiness or worth.
His house is Heaven here on earth.