RELECTIONS

Reflections in my mind, from the past,

swirling, turning coming fast.

Sins so many against the Lord,

Why do I seem to live by the sword.

Tormented by the flames of hell,

Pain as I stumbled and fell.

The battleground has wounded me,

Father let me follow thee.

Times that I tire of this fight,

Til, the visions of the coming night.

Thoughts of the day I was saved,

The day I left the road well paved.

Reflections of the many ugly scars,

A day comes when I walk among Heavenly stars.