One day
I was dying
I was sick and tired of trying
to make it in the world around me.

One day
Jesus snatched me
out of that place
and set me at the foot of the cross.

I knew Iwould surely die.
I had seen His face
And seen my dead spirit …
and all people compared to God

I grabbed that cross
As I slid to the ground
I felt the earth shake
and warm drops of blood

His blood
Scarlet, warm…fresh
pulling at me
covering me

saving me …even me

His blood…Sacred and Holy
Touching the filth
that had been
my life

Tears, joy, fear
and exaltation
What could I do
There at the foot of the cross

I could do nothing
but believe He is alive
He is real…He was there
In my filthy pit

To save me from Hell
and lift me up
into His world
even while I walk here

And wait
To be with Him…
My Savior, my King
My Lord … Jesus The Christ

Life began all new,
all clean, healthy,
Strong and forgiven
Ready to go home

One day…
Day one…