My feet have stumbled far

Past fields of snow and dew

But Your presence is still with me

Even if my thoughts of you are few

I know that I am turned

My back faces the sun

The wind is strong against me

The churning has begun

My God, oh I have sinned!

And followed darkness fast

My feet, they lead me somewhere

But how much I long for the past

In my days where I remembered,

The good things God has done

When I used to cry to God

Before the rising of the sun

But my sin sticks to me like honey

Though not sweet at all

My pride like a needy dog

That follows till I fall