Change my heart oh God, make it ever true
Change my heart oh God, may I be like You
You are the potter, I am the clay,
Mold me and make me . . . This is what I pray.
"THE END OF THE ROAD"
SHE KNEW WHAT SHE HAD TO DO
LIFE HAD GIVEN TOO HEAVY A LOAD
SHE JUST COULDN'T MAKE IT THROUGH
SHE HAD NO HOPE, NO DREAMS, NO FAITH
SHE WAS SO OVERTAKEN BY DEPRESSION
TURNING HER BACK ON EVERYTHING
TAKING HER LIFE . . . BECAME AN OBSESSION
SHE DIDN'T CARE ABOUT ANYONE
ANYTIME, ANYTHING . . . IT WAS SO SAD
SHE HAD LOST EVERYTHING
EMPTINESS, WAS ALL THAT SHE HAD
SHE'D WAKE UP EVERY MORNING
CURSING EACH NEW DAY
FEELING IT HAD NOTHING TO GIVE
HER HUSBAND HAD LEFT HER
. . . WITHOUT A WARNING
SHE HAD NO REASON TO LIVE
SHE DECIDED ONE DAY TO END IT
PULLING HER GUN . . . FROM A DRAWER
NOTICING A BIBLE RIGHT NEXT TO IT
SHE HAD NEVER SEEN THERE BEFORE
THEN A SMALL VOICE INSIDE HER
TOLD HER TO OPEN THAT BOOK
THOUGH SHE TRIED HARD NOT TO
SHE JUST HAD TO TAKE A LOOK
SHE TURNED THE PAGES SLOWLY
WHILE READING, SHE STARTED TO SEE
THEN HER EYES FELL UPON THE VERSE
"MY GRACE IS SUFFICIENT FOR THEE!"
TEARS ROLLED SLOWLY DOWN HER FACE
THE WORDS WERE BECOMING A BLUR
REALIZING JESUS HADN'T FORSAKEN HER
BOWED HER HEAD, SAYING "THANK YOU SIR"
PLACING THE GUN . . . BACK IN THE DRAWER
SHE FELL TO HER KNEES TO PRAY
THANKING JESUS FOR SHOWING HE CARED
AND COURAGE TO FACE EACH NEW DAY!
