Lord, when I fall I fall hard
Do you still hear me
When I don’t hear you
Did You hear when I started to fall
Did I even try to call your name
The Way is not a roadway
Or a path I’m on
Not a one way street
Or a system made of doctrine and law
But a place inside my heart
Where Your peace may be found
Do you still see the blind man
Blinded by the light
You shine in the dark
Lord, when the darkness overcame me
Did I even try to reach out to You
The Way is not a roadway
But the gift of grace
You gifted to me
Nailed to a cross on Calvary
Rising up on the third day
To catch me where I may be found

© 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.