A Wanderer

Ì was a wandèŕèr

Upon the face

Of the earth.

No hand to hold 

No friendly face 

To  ɓe with me.

Then He came 

Holding out Hìs hands 

Offering to guide me 

If only I will ĺet Hìm.

Now I am a wanderer still 

But no longer alone 

For now

God walks with me.