SET FREE
E-Mail By Barry Goode Bio/Address
The siren whirred about me,
I saw the red lights flash,
Instinctively I swung my fists, and then I made a dash.
The naked torch-light followed, the blinding light struck home,
I screamed in angry, red-hot rage,
As their batons broke my bones.
They threw me into solitary,
And in a padded cell,
They said I was a wild man, I was crazy, they'd heard tell.
I'd spent a life of fighting and boozing up as well,
They said I'd never change,
Until I reached the gates of hell.
It was cold and awful damp,
When my body hit the floor,
And I felt the hot tears drop that I'd never cried before.
"I need you, Lord", I cried, "but I don’t know what to say"
In simple words I spoke to Him,
I guess you'd say I prayed:
"Oh Lord, forgive me,
I've gone my own way,
Drifting and drinking and fighting each day.
I'm tired of living with guilt and with shame,
I want You to change me,
So I'm never the same."
When they opened the cell,
They got quite a shock,
For there I was praying on that floor made of rock.
I've never looked back, and I smile when friends say:
"If Jesus can change you,
Then I want Him today."
Copyright © Barry Goode, March 2003-03-02
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