He Found The Road

It’s the middle of the night,
I’m slowly dying,
Clutching the cross around my neck,
So tightly my hand’s burning.

My tear stained shirt,
Covered in my blood,
Glass shards in my hair,
And all that mud.

Not wanting to let go….

My Savior,
My God,
Why am I having to battle this?

My Savior,
My God,
Just show me the purpose.

He went out drinking,
Too much on his mind,
Drowning out his life
With beer and wine.

He said he was good,
His friends put up a fight,
Yet here we crashed,
On a road out of sight.

My Savior,
My God,
Why am I having to battle this?

My Savior,
My God,
Just show me the purpose.

They finally came,
With lights ablaze,
Sirens screaming,
And I’m barely am awake…

He suddenly wakes up,
Airbag in his face,
Not aware of the damage,
He had done to this place.

Not wanting to know…

My Savior,
My God,
Why am I having to battle this?

My Savior,
My God,
Just show me the purpose.

Learning to walk again.
Crutches and stiches,
He barely had a scratch,
Yet, his guilt is relentless.

My pastor visits,
A smile with a twist,
Gives me his name,
And says he accepted Jesus.

He finally found the road…

My Savior,
My God,
I know why I have to battle this.

My Savior,
My God,
Now, I know the purpose.