The days when the blood of a child still flowed in my veins When you couldn't be certain if i had a brain Running helter-skelter,you'd assume i didn't have shelter
I had my whole life ahead of me What i was living was a bonus for me I'd have fun now and get serious with God some time in the after
Afterall,for decades now it's been one ridiculous story of the rapture or the other I couldn't risk being called "jon" Afterall even the Good Book says to enjoy life in Ecclesiastes The condition stated there served as black polish on my silver shoe-totally not needed
Life was a bed of roses for me as i jumped into different beds like one in a hurdle race My skirts could be likened to the length of time the devil can stay in Light But i was still a child,i'd do church in the future,i compensated myself
The future came a bit too soon,when i aggressively hugged a moving car one night My fake amnesia disappeared as every word of Ecclesiastes 11:9 echoed loudly like the siren of the ambulance in my head
Grace came through for me,pulling mercy along,for my life was spared
When every other limb but my right hand was cut off,i knew exactly what to do with it
True,i can't stare back at the girl in the mirror today without donating tears,but from today,i put my right hand to work for Yeshua