As I was thinking back
Back to a day
It was mid-day
But the sky was black like midnight
Seeing a lifeless body impaled by nails
Suffering the blast of hell
Caught my attention cause it looked like a blood bath as I
Looked past and saw a broken man
Soaked in the white hot wrath of God and I asked why
I found some answers in His bloody face
A face I began to recognize in the background of every instance of my life, I ignored
Suddenly sense his spirits presence soothing my rude, rude soul
Though ruined by the world’s view
He wooed me
Though crude and without a clue and
Screwed up out of my mind
He pursued me ‘til He made me holy
Whole
