Well, believe it or not, I goofed up yesterday. I know, oh the horror, right? Well, I have my blogs programed to go out on their own dates so I can write them ahead of time. Unfortunately I forgot that there were THIRTY ONE days in January. I didn’t realize that I left out a post for Jan. 31 until late yesterday evening, and by then it was too late. I know, you’re heart broken. I’m like the cable guy who said he’d show up between 9am and 5pm and I ring your bell at 5:15pm.
Anyhow, I’ve been thinking of this old song a lot lately. Because Fridays are supposed to be more laid back, I’m going to post the lyrics for you. If you’re not into poetry, that’s OK. Just come back to the blog next Monday because I’m really excited about next week’s series of articles. I hope you will enjoy them as much as I am enjoying writing them. So here’s today’s thoughts:
I grew up in an old fashioned church were we sang the old hymns every Sunday. I still love the poetry and the theology we find in those old hymns. They are rich and deep even though the melodies can be tired and out of style. One of my favorite hymns has been given a fresh life. “Come Thou Fount,” version by Sara Groves, rings in my heart and mind over and over again. I AM prone to wander. It’s me. The lyrics “Oh to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be…” are from my heart too.
V1: Come thou fount of every blessing
Tune my heart to sing your praise
Streams of mercy never ceasing
Call for songs of loudest praise
Teach me some melodious sonnet
Sung by flaming tongues above
Praise the mount I’m fixed upon it
The mount of thy redeeming blood
V2: Oh to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let your goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to thee
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Here’s my heart Lord,
Take and seal it
Seal it for thy courts above
Bridge: Prone to wander, Lord I feel it
Prone to leave the God I love
Prone to hear you and not heed it
Prone to scorn you in your love
Prone to wander
Prone to wander
V3: Oh to grace how great a debtor
Daily I’m constrained to be
Let your goodness like a fetter
Bind my wandering heart to thee
Jesus sought me while a stranger
Wandering from the heart of God
And He to rescue me from danger
Used his own precious blood
Monkeys in My Bag 
Missed you yesterday and was praying that you were well. Glad to hear it was just a computer/planning thing. This is one of my favorite Sara Groves songs. Heard her years ago at a MOPS event and she was so good it hurt when she stopped singing. My husband pulled “Come Thou Fount” up on iTunes so we could listen as we read your post together. Great way to start the morning!
Aww, thanks for missing me. I felt silly making that kind of error, but hey, it’s life. I’m glad you were able to look up the song on iTunes. It’s one of my faves. Blessings to you GoodNewsFamily!