Chased Down

Many a year was spent,

Pursuing the wrong event.

Now I must lament,

It was to my detriment.

The change I underwent,

‘Twas never my intent.

Myself, I was hell-bent,

For a life of pleasurement.

But, wherever I left my scent,

That “Hound of Heaven” went.

For He just would not relent,
Chasing down this misguided gent.

All my time misspent,

Was nothing but torment.

I could not circumvent,

A sea of discontent.

With hell my consequent,

I knew I must repent.

So I gave Him my consent.
There was no argument.

Both my knees I bent,

And prayed a prayer I meant.

Thank you, God, for who you sent.

Dear Jesus, I'm in a predicament.

So I write this document,

In the hopes it will prevent,

The troubles I underwent,

For you, the many years I spent.

Amen.