Trapped in a life, unwilling to yield.
Held captive by barbed wire on a barren field.
So far I had fallen, so tight was the grip.
The path that was narrow, how quickly I slipped.
Pain was my friend and death was my home.
The valley left me all on my own.
No hope was found in the place that I lay.
I turned to the heavens and whispered His name.
The rain clouds departed, the sun began a new day.
The barbed wire rusted and soon fell away.
I could hear a voice call out my name.
I knew in that moment I wasn't the same.
I could see clearly the path up ahead,
I was no longer one of the dead.
No longer blind, I ventured on.
looking for my long lost home.
This is the power of Jesus's call,
He ask for us to give Him all.
When I looked up a promise did show,
It came in all colors, it's shape was a bow.