Prone to Wander

Prone to Wander

I find myself drifting away
Like sheep following the grass
I didn’t see the gradual drift
Till my life had almost passed

A ship upon a rudderless sea
Each man seeking his own way
No fence or road to keep me in
Nothing to show when I stray

But there’s a way we can live
A life that's committed and true
But there must be an anchor point
To set the course each day anew

A measuring rod that I lay down
To check my walk along the way
As I cross that roadless sea
Throughout my endless days.