THE WANDERER

I’m a wanderer
see my wind-swept face
always in motion,
there’s no time to waste.

I was a lonely soul when I went searching in the woods.
After a while I got lost, twigs snapped under my boots.
The trail twisted and turned and there was no end in sight,
through denser forest I went as day turned into night.

I was close to despair when a woman grabbed my hand.
She’d lead me out of the forest and make me her man.
Her smell was enticing, she had honey on her lips.
I longed to embrace her and feel her womanly hips.

I’m a wanderer
see my wind-swept face
always in motion,
there’s no time to waste.

Suddenly in my mind, an old forgotten voice spoke.
I’d been walking in my sleep, now I instantly woke.
As I turned around, I was both shocked and surprised.
There was an angel standing right in front of my eyes.

I’m a wanderer
see my wind-swept face
always in motion,
now looking for grace.

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1.Pet.5,8: ”Vær årvågne og på vagt! Jeres modstander, Djævelen, går omkring som en brølende løve og leder efter nogen at sluge; stå ham imod, faste i troen...”

2.Kor.11,14: ”Satan selv giver sig jo ud for at være lysets engel.”

(skriv meget gerne selv flere henvisninger her, hvis du har nogen som du synes passer)

Umiddelbart kom jeg til at tænke på Ordsp 7. Om ikke andet er der noget af det samme billedsprog. Og jeg kan næsten ikke se et ord som "wanderer" i kristen kontekst uden at komme til at tænke på "The Pilgrim's Progress" (Pilgrims Vandring" på dansk) fra 1678 af John Bunyan, selvom jeg faktisk aldrig har læst den i helhed.

For de interesserede, så er der en engelsk udgave af bogen her, meget mere af Bunyan her og om ham her.