“Though I stand on the towering cliffs of choice,
With black clouds above and shrieking wind below,
Your Sprit was with me;
Though I was sinking in the quicksand of shame,
With guilt pointing, and death cackling
Your Servants saved me;
Though I was trapped in the battlefield of my thoughts,
with bullets whizzing and men shouting,
You whispered my name;
Though I was drowning in despair,
And didn't want to come up for air,
You breathed life into me;
Though I was running to my grave,
With demons lighting the way,
You tripped me and helped me turn around;
Though I cursed your name and put You to blame,
You sent your Son to save me;
Though I blasphemed your laws and degraded my humanity,
You still looked down at me with pity and forgave me;
You still cried with anguish over me every night, knowing the next day I'd stab you in the gut, and nail you to the tree,
For my sin was the rusty nails and the thorny crown, but before You died, your eyes still found me and smiled,
With cracked lips and a bloodied face, you saved the human race;
With a puzzled look I went on home, but when I went to bed, I found that I couldn't lie down my head; that memory was emblazoned in my mind, and I didn't know why, after all, I was just a guy named Saul, but somehow, I felt like I had seen the light..”