By the foolishness of my own hands
I’ve burned many my share of bridges,
I’ve scaled treacherous mountain peaks
Then fallen down hard from their ridges.

I’ve soared on wings of eagles
And trod where angels don’t dare,
I’ve experienced joy inexpressible
And sunk deep in the pit of despair.

I’ve ran with man’s greatest enemy
And thought him an ally and friend,
Feasted long at the table of arrogant pride
Drunk down sin like there was no end.

I’ve fought deadly battles in heart and mind
That I never thought I could win,
To tell of my previous wreak of a life
I would hardly know where to begin.

But many, many years ago
Someone saw me for who I could be,
A child of the good and gracious God
Saved by love and His righteous decree.

That to all who will bow their heart and knee
To the Christ heaven’s Holy High King,
He will make them His sons and His daughters,
And give new life and new songs to sing.

Mark Tinjum  –   2015