I’m stranded on life’s highway because I’ve gone astray
Because I did in my time, my thing, my way
But following only my feelings, fancies, and fantasies failed me,
And now disillusioned I see my road is in disorder and disarray;
I’m ashamed and dismayed at my display,
Of always falling prey to Satan’s plays every day.
So now I pray.
For the revealing and the sealing
Of the demons that are stealing
My sanctified feeling.
For all the scars I’m concealing
I need heavy healing
Satan’s keeps wheeling and dealing
For these sins keep appealing,
And sending me reeling and keeling
And keeps reeling me in for more.
Though I wish to soar
Instead I’ve hit bottom floor.
I’m lost at sea and need an oar,
That will take me to shore.
I’m at war with my core
And I have a losing score,
Though I roar that I’ve got more,
With my dirt poor soul sore
On my own I’m done for.
So today, I make my way,
To your throne to lay,
My shattered self and say,
“Mold me, master, just like clay,
To your will, that’s all I pray!
Please shape me so that I may
Stand tall with faith and never sway,
Whenever Satan comes to play.”
It’s because of your death, that I now live today
So at last I will kneel, at last I will obey,
It’s high time for my way to go hit the highway
For complete commitment, just to Thy Way.