“You number my wanderings;
Put my tears into Your bottle;
Are they not in Your book?”
Ps. 56:8
The old hymn “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing” was penned by Robert Robinson before the American Revolution. It contains the aching lyric, “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it, prone to leave the God I love…”
The Bible speaks again and again of Continue reading
