I once
wandered far from the light,
I cared
not for truth or right,
When first I did begin
To live my life in sin
I removed
Him from my sight.
Of my
sin I was aware,
From
my guilt I had no care,
Myself I lived to please…
For pleasure and for ease…
That
burden no one would share.
I could
have turned to the Lord,
And
obeyed His Blessed Word,
I knew what should be done
To please His Holy Son…
And
I my own sin deplored.
I wept
many lonely tears,
Endured
many empty years,
His chastening I felt,
Still my heart did not melt;
Then
lived I with mighty fears.
I fell
beneath the great weight
Of guilt
that would not abate;
I with His word did clash,
I felt His awful lash,
And
prayed it was not too late!
My lashing,
mighty indeed,
Was
the thing that I did need:
For in it I awoke
And heard the words He spoke,
And
from my sins I was freed!
H.
L. Gradowith
(Date
unknown)
NOTE: This was originally written for my comments on Psalm 39, and perhaps reading that psalm will help the reader of this poem to appreciate the message even more. Tim