By Pastor Dr. Ronnie W. Wolfe
Wandering, wandering, dear Israel of old
Into a land so calloused and cold,
Empty of fruit as it once blessed your land,
Because of rebellion ‘gainst God’s blessed hand.
Wandering, wandering, no fruit from God’s grace,
Wanting so strongly to go to your place
Once filled with the honey and milk of God’s choice,
You lost your pure worship, your joy, and your voice.
Come sing the song that Moses has written;
Give to the Lord the hand that is smitten.
Show your repentance to the God of your past,
And come to the land of God’s children at last.