Jesus found me
Hurt by my own sin
Too much alcohol, drugs, and lust
To even Begin,
To talk to Him.
Jesus found me
Crying out for fear of snakes
Of Death and Firey Lakes
Of overindulgence
In Self and Mistakes.
Jesus found me
Crying on the bedroom
Floor. Crying out for more.
My mother asked me to pray
And my heart finally opened the door.
Jesus found me and gave me Hope and Light.
He promises to make everything right.
He promises that any struggle I feel
Can be overcome and I can be brought to
a Love that is fully real.
He spun me around like his clay
And showed me his miraculous ways.
He pulled me from the river into the sun.
And now He sees me and we walk as One.
He sees me all day and restores my peace
Moment by moment we breathe.
We smile, we walk, and we speak.
And now the hours, the days, and the weeks
Are mild and majestic and free
He is as close as my own two feet.
And everything above and beneath.
Now I know that when we meet in the End,
He will call me his friend.
Even if he wouldn’t pretend that I behaved
Like an Angel from cradle to grave.
He would be honest in how his heart grieved
When I was selfish or mean or deceived,
And then mercifully lend me his sleeve,
For He loves us.
All Who Believe.
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