As I was thinking back, Back to a day, Where it was mid-day, But the sky was black like midnight. Seeing a lifeless body impaled by nails Suffering at the blast of hell, Caught my attention cause it looked like a blood bath as I Looked past and saw a broken man Soaked in the white hot wrath of God and I asked why. I found some answers in His bloody face. A face I began to recognize in the background of every instance of my life, I ignored. Suddenly sense these spirits flooding, soothing my rude, rude soul. Though ruined by the world's view, He wooed me, Though crude and without a clue and Screwed up out of my mind He pursued me 'til He made me holy. Whole.
