One
I wandered weary and lost
through loneley streets
in winter frost,
and summer heat.
A long hard road i walked.
Cold it was and dreary.
I struggled on .afraid and weary.
Why me,I cried?
What have I done?
No one answered
I was all alone.
I walked oh in and pain.
If I could find an answer,
I would be free again.
As I walked one day
along a loneley lane.
I came across a chapel,
just atanding ine the rain
Hanging on the wall
was a tattered little sign.
all torn it was,
and covered all in grime.
I walked over to see
what it could be.
The words were simple,
but they seemed
to speak to me.
It said for all to see,
your God loves you.
Who is this God,
I thought?
And why should
He love me?
Where is this God,
I wondered>
and where could He be?
So I set out to search.
To find the God who loves me.
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