I am done with my addictions,
the smoking and the drinking;
the "running"  after women,
what was it I was thinking?

Truth is, I wasn't thinking,
and so, I rolled in sin;
with no thought of tomorrow,
or places I had been.

I was young and ignorant,
couldn't see the road ahead;
couldn't find my way back home,
and I got lost instead.

Was it me or was it Spirit,
that turned my life around?
that shed the evil doings,
that made my body sound?

Like to think it was the hand,
unseen,  but strongly felt;
that softened up the toughness,
that made my anger, melt.

'Twas the genesis of faith,
the steps I took toward Him;
that freed me from my past,
and took away the sin.