Morning Star of Bethlehem and Root out of Dry Ground,
You reached to the darkness so that I might be found.
For I was a little child who hid in the shadows I hated,
And I was a free heart who found that freedom overrated.
I was a vagabond wandering from sin to guilt, to sin,
Like a lonely wolf in the moonlight sighing deep within.
But I was too afraid to be like all the rest--
To smile the way they smiled, to dress the way they dressed.
So I was out on my own again, swinging in the backyard,
Laying on my stumace and unable to breathe,
Starring at the weeds down below, imagining them as trees.
I was not brave enough for boys or silly enough for girls,
So I swung far a way from earth in my own little world.
But, one day, You drew me close, like a Shepherd who leaves
His flock behind to find that one last sheep.
And you came back rejoicing with Your prize,
Wiping the dirt from my wool, the tears from my eyes.
You showed me what it is to be clean with in,
To leave the swing of loneliness and find a Faithful Friend.
Oh Branch of Righteousness, Seed of David's throne,
The grace You had on Israel now also is my own.
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