Pages of My Life
Today I was writing on a page of my life
Things I had done, cheating and strife
Each page was filled with lies and with hate
I was trapped in my world, there was no escape
Each day was adding more things I had done
Again and again, one by one
It was clear to see as I wrote each page
There was no chance of me ever reaching old age
Then one day as my lips again lied
I thought of something I had not yet tried
Walking nearby I saw an old man
A bottle in a sack he had in his hand
Briskly I walked until I was behind
Stealing that bottle, I had on my mind
Quickly I snatched it from the old man’s grasp
It was mine, it was mine, I thought at last
As I turned to run, I heard the sound
Of the tearing sack, bottle struck the ground
A stone, a stone so very small
Had shattered the bottle as it ended its fall
As the liquid spilled out and splattered all around
The world had stopped and there was no sound
Stunned for a moment by the recent event
I found myself in the hands of the old gent
Struggle and turn and kick and strain
I couldn’t pull loose, my freedom to regain
Surrender I did, then I realized
The look of kindness in the old man’s eyes
Caught by his gaze my struggling ceased
I didn’t even notice I had been released
A single word from his lips was sent
To my ears, to my mind, to my heart, Repent
The word was echoed through my evil mind
Not just once but for countless times
Etching itself on the walls of my heart
Repent, repent, and from Satan depart
The old man’s presence I was again aware
That look in his eyes, he really did care
Standing in silence I watched as he turned
Just one word was spoken and he knew I had learned
I was writing today on a page of my life
It was the end of the lies and the end of the strife
The old man’s word was bound in memory
Repent and live from now through eternity
Written May 2004
Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.
Today I was writing on a page of my life
Things I had done, cheating and strife
Each page was filled with lies and with hate
I was trapped in my world, there was no escape
Each day was adding more things I had done
Again and again, one by one
It was clear to see as I wrote each page
There was no chance of me ever reaching old age
Then one day as my lips again lied
I thought of something I had not yet tried
Walking nearby I saw an old man
A bottle in a sack he had in his hand
Briskly I walked until I was behind
Stealing that bottle, I had on my mind
Quickly I snatched it from the old man’s grasp
It was mine, it was mine, I thought at last
As I turned to run, I heard the sound
Of the tearing sack, bottle struck the ground
A stone, a stone so very small
Had shattered the bottle as it ended its fall
As the liquid spilled out and splattered all around
The world had stopped and there was no sound
Stunned for a moment by the recent event
I found myself in the hands of the old gent
Struggle and turn and kick and strain
I couldn’t pull loose, my freedom to regain
Surrender I did, then I realized
The look of kindness in the old man’s eyes
Caught by his gaze my struggling ceased
I didn’t even notice I had been released
A single word from his lips was sent
To my ears, to my mind, to my heart, Repent
The word was echoed through my evil mind
Not just once but for countless times
Etching itself on the walls of my heart
Repent, repent, and from Satan depart
The old man’s presence I was again aware
That look in his eyes, he really did care
Standing in silence I watched as he turned
Just one word was spoken and he knew I had learned
I was writing today on a page of my life
It was the end of the lies and the end of the strife
The old man’s word was bound in memory
Repent and live from now through eternity
Written May 2004
Given by the Spirit to be shared with all but claimed by none. All praise and glory belong to Him.
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