Trinity

My way now, Lord, is with You,
I have been wrong, been very misguided.
I can only beg for mercy, kneeling on the kitchen floor,
But You come over, take me up
And away from domesitude
Into the world of light-roads
So I can follow You
Out of the bridleways of Wearyall
And up into Your kingdom
Which is the rest for our souls,
The rest for our restlessness,
The peace of all-togetherness
Because our home, Lord,
Is in the love of Your eternity.