Hurtling down on hell’s highway,
On the road that leads to destruction:
With stubborn will to go my way,
And a heart overcome by frustration:
What lay ahead I did not know,
But believed I had to get somewhere:
My deepest fears I would not show,
For pride forbade me my soul to bare.
Darkness surrounded my every plan;
Till no way out was in sight:
Still faster on in haste I ran
In courseless, dismal, futile flight.
Until at last worn out I stumbled,
And fell before the Mighty Rock:
Broken, contrite, entirely humbled;
It was there I heard my Savior knock.
He asked if He could give me life,
A life purchased by His Blood Divine;
In exchange for my sin and strife,
And the selfish nature that was mine.
To my shame I realized my state;
What a miserable wretch was I:
I knew tomorrow would be too late
Should today pass me by.
Then I looked and there before me lay,
My entire existence in a thousand pieces;
So I gave them all to My Lord that day,
That He may do with them as He pleases:
Those broken pieces, He took them all,
And He gave me back a brand new heart;
And the day I responded to His call,
Was the day I got a brand new start.
I was hopeless, sinful and lost,
Wallowing in my sorrowful plight;
But Jesus paid a precious cost
That I could become a child of Light.
No sorrow now could ever dim
The joy that I have come to gain;
Now the life I live I live in Him
Because Jesus died and rose again.
Words can’t express the gratitude
I feel for all He did for me;
As I press on in His Spirit’s fortitude
Until my Savior’s face I see.
Eric Anthony Trott
9th January 2013
