My Rebirth

I don’t need those prayers this day
You see, I’m in control, I’ll do it my own way
I’ve tried those churches that want to reveal all
Each time I went they made me feel small

They talk down to me and tell me I’m damned
They make me feel like an hour glass half filled with sand
All that they want are my coins in that plate
They preach and they tell me it’s almost too late

“Too late for what”, I muttered under my breath
I carry a bible high up on my chest
I carry it so all others can see
Hey, I’m just as good as anyone can be

One day a friend heard this and held out his hand
He said, “come visit with us, sing and play in the band”
He wanted me to visit this place a while
A place that welcomes each visitor with a smile

A visitor I went, I listened and I heard
I found out that hour glass was filled with God’s word
God spoke to me sweet and clear that day
He told me, “My son, I am the way”

His way was made clear, I didn’t know what to say
I’m evident of that as I knelt down to pray
I knelt and I prayed he would enter my heart
I prayed he would give me a brand new start

My rebirth had started, the water covered my feet
My legs then my shoulders, my head, I’m complete
The water felt good as it dripped from my eyes
I could breath again, I thanked Him, He forgave my lies

I gave my word of His name I would sound
I felt the power of His love all around
He spoke once more of those coins in that plate
He told me to tell others, ”It’s never too late”

                                          ~ Keith Fairhurst ~