Where Would I Be
My life was full of sin and shame,
things one can't bear to name.
I cared about no one but me, myself, and I.
however, often wished I would die.
My heart was full of hatred and pain,
bad memories that flooded my brain.
Tired of wearing a smile that was fake,
my very life I tried to take.
In a hospital ward I awoke one day,
undetermined how long I would stay.
I needed something to clear my head,
so I looked in the table near my bed.
What I found was a Bible to read,
left by the Gideons for those in need.
I read of a man who died for sin & strife,
even promised the gift of eternal life.
That very day I became free at last,
forsaking all the things of my past.
Where would I be,
if Jesus had never found me?
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