Lame poet -- I know it. : )
I was breathing, you know.. suckin' air, but not alive, there was zero thrive and lots of jive.
Me, out there tryin' to survive.
All my failures I tried to hide..
in '77.
No abide, just a really bad ride. Wished it would subside.
It was my tomb..
A lot like a tomb, from the womb DOA.. 'til I met You!
....until You Jesus.
One day it'll be up there to You.
A good disrupt.
Yeah, with You there. Cuz You really care.
You called my name..
And I sprinted out, wasn't the same.. out of that grave.
Out of the darkness and...
Into Your glorious day!
Okay today.. I wanna obey.
"And God both raised up the Lord and will also raise us up by His power." 1 Corinthians 6:14
