Monday, October 15, 2012

My Hero


Life can be a bit of a pain
Sometimes even drive you insane
But if I may be so bold
I’ll tell of a story that is so old.

In this story you see a plot unfold
Of one who had no silver or gold
Of one who suffered to set you free
Of one they hung upon a tree.

He did no wrong, he had no fault
But the rowdy crowd they did not halt
How could they do this terrible deed?
By all rights he should have been freed.

Then I noticed the hand that held
The hammer that drove the rusty nail.
Undeniably familiar, the hand was mine
How, oh How could I have been so blind.

To the devil, my soul, I had sold
To God I turned a shoulder cold
But the day I reached my ropes end
That’s the day I needed a special friend.

No longer them, but it was I
This is why he had to die
While I was digging a deep, deep delf
He died to save me from myself.

He set the bar, He pointed the way
He changed the world on that third day
He is my savior, so I am told
He is my hero whom I extol.

I’ve been blessed, this I know
When I consider my tad of woe
So I can stand my pain so small
Because He showed us one and all.

To Him I turn when my back’s to the wall
He is the one who’s ten feet tall
He picks me up when I fall
He is my Lord, my all in all.

Amen