On the road to Damascus
I met the Way, the Truth, the Life.
On the road to Damascus
I was blinded so I’d see the light.
In the darkness I beheld
the disease I held.
Aware in the night of my soul,
only His Life could make me whole.
On the road to Damascus I was confronted by my sin.
On the road to Damascus I was encountered deep within.
All the rebellion I saw about, was the truth that I did doubt,
trapped in illusion in my mind, He rescued me in His own time.
On the road to Damascus it was revealed what I must do.
On the road to Damascus I saw evil I must undo.
In self righteousness I was weak, ‘til He revealed His Mind.
His words will I speak; He rescued me in His own time.
On the road to Damascus
I met the Way, the Truth, the Life.
On the road to Damascus
I was blinded so I’d see the light.
By, K. Botka