THE TALE OF MANY MEN
[skip poem]The Lord is my Savior
With the Lord I found favor
Without the Lord, i'm Kook-Aid with no flavor
He guided my path
With the rod and the staff
Without the Lord, I wouldn't even have half
I can only be real
He discarded my mask
The Lord then washed me up
With the Holiest bath
I then felt His presence
And mine too, at last!
And only then, could I begin to grow like green grass
The temple of my body had been torn down
By the Devil's wrecking crew
I was strapped to the ground
Are you listening to me?
I know how this sounds
You're probably taking this lightly or giving me frowns
To hear Satan's name, is not an everyday thing
But you deal with him daily
He just never looks the same
You've met him many times under alias names
But this time, he will be catching the blame
Who do you think that was that bumped you the other day?
Did you recognize those eyes that looked at you in a funny way?
Have you ever asked yourself, "How could I do such a thing?"
And then avoid the mirror, so you wouldn't deal with guilt and shame?
You can say what you want
But I've played that game
And repented repeatedly, but still did the same thing
And repented repeatedly, but still did the same thing
And repented repeatedly, but still did the same thing
It's a spiritual battle
No man wins alone
We're prodigal children
And we need to come home
Somebody asked the Lord to come to my aid
I just know in my heart that somebody prayed
The gleam in my eyes had started to fade
The pep in my step was somewhat delayed
My energy was like solar power in shade
My strength was that of a newborn babe
My nerves were shaky and tattered and frayed
My prayers got repetitive and had become vague
My faith was dying; my hope was decayed
My heart was callous like I'd been betrayed
But just before my last note had been played
I was brought to my senses by Jesus who stayed
I wondered astray, but Jesus had stayed
Jesus stayed
And even though the Lord carried me, I had to move first
And turn to Him when I realized it would only get worse
And I was so relieved to return home from dark adventures of sin
And this same,
Has been the story and the tale of many men.
copyright © 2004 Éric L Farrell
Seeking Solace: Finding Peace and Comfort in Times of Distress
