There was a time some time ago
When life was a mess with no hope to go
On living a life of empty pain
After divorce, remorse and shame.
I opened my soul to a man named Scott
And asked him to pray about my life’s
dryrot
Through tears of loss, relationship
grief
To help withstand the storms not brief,
When nothing I did mattered anymore,
For He had closed all of the doors
Of peace or love or joy or work
And left me alone within the church.
Then came in time that crucial week
When we celebrate when He was so meek
And shouldered the cross for other's
sins
And died to this life, to gain within.
And with His death I identified
And wanted no more of life this side
And thought to end my earthly quest
To seek His time of eternal rest,
When life held no hope for me
While knowing it wasn't right to be
So careless ‘bout what the future held
With no more hope for my life meld.
With a Ex, who didn't care
And left me all alone to bear
The burdens of those hateful years
With unending time of endless tears.
So with Scott I then shared my pain
And my despair of earthly gain
Of joy or peace or love once more,
I wanted to walk thru next life's door.
Scott saw through all of Satan's deeds
Of how he'd robbed me of my hope seeds
But told me Sunday would surely come
With resurrection life, to know the Son
Who died for me so I could have hope
In Him alone, so I could all cope
Within this life, with all transpired,
His life became new hope inspired.
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