When we turn away from God, He always gives us that second chance that we never deserve. |
Second Chance I was in a sinful city, Walking along a darkened street, My head hung low in misery, And slowly I dragged my feet. My heart ached from the weight, Of many sins and shame, With ciricles deep beneath my eyes, They didn't quite shine the same. I was lost and stumbling further, But suddenly I did hear, Almost as quite as the silent wind, God's whisper in my ear. His voice was soft and sweet, At the sound my eyes did tear, I wanted to embrace my Father, As He continued to draw me near. But this world has become deceiving, And sometimes it has its way, I saw its false promises pass beside me, And from God I turned away. I stumbled forward step by step, My hands gripping an icy wall, And the world tripped me with its hate, And laughed as I did fall. My body lay hurt and broken, I knew I could take no more, With bruised lips I prayed softly, To the Voice I had heard before. He came to me with open arms, And picked me off the ground, He held me in His loving hands, Even after I had turned Him down. He healed my wounds from falling, Cleared my teary vision so I could see, Then held out His healing hands, And said, "Now come, and follow Me." I grasped His hands and followed, The loving light of my forgiving friend, And forever will I love my Savior, Who gave me life again. |