Wildchild Jesus, come to me,
With windswept hair and eyes that see,
The broken soul, the bound, the free,
You walk where mercy dares to be.
Wildchild Jesus, fierce and kind,
Shake the dust from hearts confined.
Lead us where the wild winds blow,
To love the world and let it grow.
Not robed in gold, nor crowned in pride,
But clothed in grace, with arms stretched wide.
You speak in fire, you move in rain,
You heal the heart, you bear the pain.
You danced through deserts, crossed the sea,
You broke the chains and set us free.
You loved the lost, the least, the lame,
And bore the cross without a name.
So come, Wildchild, Spirit flame,
Disrupt our fear, erase our shame.
Let holy wildness rise and sing,
Of love that burns, of truth that stings.
In silent storms your heartbeat roars,
A thunder in our restless souls.
You sow new paths behind closed doors,
And make our shattered spirits whole.
Wildchild Jesus, fierce and kind,
Shake the dust from hearts confined.
Lead us where the wild winds blow,
To love the world and let it grow.