Haunted by the dense fog of my past Brings fear of the approaching night. This is no way to live. Something’s gotta give. Am I just sentenced to a losing fight? So, I went for a walk in the city park. And found a bench empty and alone. Sat down and gazed. Then I started to pray To whom or to what I didn’t know. A disheveled man came upon me. He could see the tears in my eyes. He gently sat down Without making a sound. And asked me what was my plight? I had never seen this man before, But His eyes told me he truly cared. Where do I begin With what lies within To a Man who came out of nowhere? Before I could share a single word, He moved closer and held my hand. On His was a scar - Weathered and marred, And He said to me, “I understand.” Those words meant I wasn’t alone And shook me to my soul’s foundation. “Hope does exist If you don’t resist My offer of forgiveness and salvation.” Something told me this hope was real. The darkness gave way to a coming light. The burdens of yore. Once impossible to ignore. Faded into the shadow of a coming light. I asked the man what His name was. He said, “The Way, the Truth, the Life.” If you will follow Me My love you’ll surely see, By being born again with a new life.” As I considered this amazing offer, I thought what do I have to lose? Keep living in the past, Or accept a new path His love for made it easy to choose.