(written by Dane Balia)
T’was a Sunday morning,
when life seemed rather down,
life had no real meaning,
and church – a ritual mound.
Never stopping to think that there was more to life you see,
I stumbled forward on the altar to proclaim I’m free.
Little off my knowing,
Little of my mind,
And a little sprinkling of Jesus to calm the guilty bind.
I didn’t really know him, I didn’t really see,
that my heart was filled with sinful, jealous, simple agony.
Hidden in religion, hidden in its web,
Walking straight and narrow not living, but dead.
The preacher got up that day,
and thus began to shout,
there is a Saviour rich in mercy, simply calling out.
He was crying in the wilderness, you need redemption now,
sinless and imperfect, hell will soon abound.
Reach out now to Jesus and believe He will down pay,
the weight of all your sins, from now to eternal noon day.
Gasping up for air, I soon began to cry,
my heart was drenched in sorrow, as if I was going to die.
I confessed the name Lord Jesus, and His Resurrection true,
and instantly my life turned a leaf; simple and brand new.
I glimpsed up to heaven, and my eyes betrayed me so,
There was standing a glorious, Saviour white as snow.
Eyes of flaming fire, sword of double-edge,
Mighty, magnificent, glorious, a sight to behold.
He kneeled beside me gazing into the depths of my soul,
He took my worldly clothes of, off fashion and design,
and placed on me His riches of heavens paradigm.
Oh what a glimpse of glory, what a rapture true,
To be standing in His presence, BORN A NEW.
I’m destined for Heaven, I’m destined for that land,
not so much for the milk and honey,
but to hold His precious HAND!!!!!!