The rain drops cold but the memory sweet
I remember the days before I sat at Your feet
The mind like a deck of cards without distinctions
Going on just the same life without restrictions
Thoughts of lust grabbed me young
But still it was I that thought it would be fun
Lord I rushed to the front so many times at church
I was like a bird taking new a different perch
Lord I cannot say when You saved me or such of the sort
Lord but what I do know is that You are now my only resort
I feel my story lacks that awesome power clearly displayed
Yet when I close my eyes I know that Your beauty is arrayed
I think of the millions of stars that makes the whole world small
Lord I also think of how You suffered for my fall
Lord I am nothing but the dust that You formed to be like You
Truly a blessing that is really not my due
But nevertheless I know that through the trial and storm
Slowly but surely the character in me starts to form
Into something that is not my own
I feel a yearning for a truer home
Lord please have mercy and grace on me
Without You this is nothing but a dead man’s plea