While searching through my digital archives, found a poem I’d written during college.

Alone, lost and weary

I trudged along the streets

The night grew quiet and eerie

Faster went my heart beat

I was looking for an answer

That would show me the way

I cried out “Abba Father”

He said “son this is the day”

I was roaming like a madman

Confused and torn apart

Nobody was there to hear

The cries of my broken heart

Then I met a friend

For me His life He lend

Taking the burden of my sins

I just can’t comprehend

He is the Heavenly father

Who sent His only son

For us wretched sinners

He called us one by one