The Wind I Rode

Written by: Michael Jordan

The wind I rode was a northeastern gale
With a downpour of sleet and balls of hail

Wind at my face, plummeted with ice
Whore for a friend, needle for a vice

I was as lost inside as a soul could be
As the war forever raged inside of me

I once blamed the Lord for my fate
I was full of anger and living on hate

Then one day something happened to me
I said, “Forgive me Lord and he set me free.”

My body blasted with tattoos of hate
I accepted the Lord and changed my fate

Since then my life has been really cool
Bought me a home and returned to school

I love my children and adore my wife
God has blessed me with a wonderful life

And I’m positive these words are true
God’s there waiting to do the same for you