I wrote this poem based off of different images I pictured in my head during training camp.
The Path
A guilty look, heart full of pain
Spit in hand, my pleasure vain
I’ve walked down this path before
This lust of flesh which I abhor
I’ve stumbled down this way since youth
Reaching, grasping, for a Truth
This road is wide, dark and dead
A light burns bright from up ahead
From this light I hear a Voice
Asking me to make a choice
I emerge from darkness and I see
A man, beaten, bloody, by a tree
I approach this Lamb, cold steel in hand
Set to pierce this blameless Man
With one strike I drive it in
Bound to this cross, the price for sin
I raise my eyes and begin to weep
This cost to Him, it isn’t cheap
His blood spills out and covers me
To wash away iniquity
I glance around and see but few
Who understand what we’re called too
To die to self, we’ve been set free
The law only showed our need for Thee
The narrow path it lies in wait
For men to come and celebrate
Fullness of life, because of grace
Your Son He died and took my place
Because He died, and I with Him
I have no fear of flesh and men
He has over come the grave
This Life no longer mine to save
As I turn to walk His way
I feel a Voice within me say
This gift you have, a life worth livin
I love you son, you are forgiven
