They wonder on as they fall;

For them the Master still calls.

They are weak and lose their way;

They stumble in night or day.

Blind to the dangers out there

They don't seem to even care.

In the ditch let out a cry-

Will we just lay here and die?

Then He reaches down His hand,

And shows that He does understand.

In His arms He takes them home

Binds their wounds and keeps them warm.