“Praying, hoping soaked with fear
He knew it as he cried
Death’s dark shadows drew him near
He’d nowhere left to hide
What could he say what could he do?
What choice could still remain?
No help in sight no hope in view
Had life been lived in vane?
He failed to know or understand
He never meant her harm
He saw the needle in her hand
And then within his arm
He’d health and wealth until that day
How foolish he had been
He’d tried to show her Jesus’ Way
Why did he intervene?
He only stopped to give her aid
Her life was living hell
His service though she duly paid
He now had aids as well
So seeking there The Father’s face
Would Jesus Christ forgive?
Did time remain to find His grace?
Would God allow him live”?
“Right then I saw the truth my friend”
“He told me with a sigh
He knew it wasn’t quite the end
Although he still would die
He’d tried to help an addict live
He tried to stop her pain
Yet through his faith; God life will give
[FONT='Times New Roman','serif']When Jesus comes again”.....[/FONT]
