Prone to Wander

They call me the loser, the poser, the punk
They don't understand the Grace I've been shown
An addict and drunk and a horrible man
I was shown light, in the midst of the Dark
Amazing Grace so says the song
Only to save those who are wrong
When the perfect man died on the tree
I was the one that held him there

Prone to wander Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
When I wander from the truth
When I flee from in your way
My God calls I can not speak
I return, on bended knee

Take my heart lord, take and seal it
Seal it for the realm above

When I see the dying race
I can not bear to stand and watch
Why do I not begin to pray?
I can not answer for my sins
Why do I when kneeling down
Ask my God for things of man?
When all the earth cries out for Grace
I am asking to win the race…

Prone to wander Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
When I wander from the truth
When I flee from in your way
My God calls I can not speak
I return, on bended knee