Thoughts and feelings
Of a wanderer
Grow near and fond.

But why winter,
And life’s beatings,
Make this grow to be my love.

My life depends on God.
I am a servant to Him.
This wanderer – that feels as a whisp’ in the wind –
Is certainly not lost.

Though I may be broken -
Pieces flying everywhere -
The puzzle is being put together.
I trust this.
Is Your will something I should know,
Or something powerful I should come to know?