Searching the Savior
Our Father in Heaven I praise your Holy name.
I humble myself to you as a sinner filled with shame.
Once I prayed a prayer and asked Jesus in my heart,
I've been away so long I fear your spirit will depart.
Religion is something I couldn't understand.
When I've seen so much hypocrisy in the Holiest of man.
Who teach traditions and boundaries on how to worship and praise.
And condemn anyone else who believe in different ways.
I've searched in religions and many different churches.
They taught in their ways for me to continue my searches.
Which religion was right and how do you get to heaven?
Their ways were all different in what you should believe in.
I've seen them all do wrong and still they say they're blessed.
What am I doing wrong I started to wonder and guess.
So in that confusion I carried on my search.
Looking in religions and not in your Word.
I asked you to change me and help me in a prayer.
Not knowing how I just figured you didn't care.
And that my prayers and cries you no longer heard.
So I turned to a bottle instead of your Word.
You sent me a wake up I tried not to ignore.
And I promised you I wouldn't drink no more.
The desire was still there I didn't understand.
I searched for the help from the wisdom of a man.
Some said it was wrong and some said it's alright.
So when temptation would arise I chose not to fight.
When life threw me hurdles in the bottle I did hide.
I just didn't care whether I lived or died.
I just forgot your ways and where I should look.
The answers were right there in that Holy Book.
Thinking I was wise I became such a fool,
With bitterness and hatred and as stuborn as a mule.
With ignoring all the consicuences I lived life my way,
And now I fear I have lead many others astray.
In a prison Lord is where I saw the truth.
You were in my heart but my heart was not in you.
Forgive and forget this wretched man I've become.
Forgive and forget all the wrong that I have done.
So much you have taught me so much I have learned.
The knowledge that my heart has always longed and yearned.
You are found there in your word and religion is only part.
But your Spirit dwells within us living within our heart.
My hope and my prayer is for me that it's not too late.
I'll live my life for you 'till I sleep beneath the clay.
Copyright © James Walk | Year Posted 2010
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