Good News Poem by dave lessard

It was your hand, that
brought me back from sorrow,
erased the tears, that
brought me to tomorrow;
gave me the faith, to
accept You in my heart,
gave me the strength, of
which You are a part;
lifted me up, when
I was falling down,
made me much better, when
I, kept You around;
blessed my flimsy efforts,
to rise above my state;
blessed my futile tries,
to forever clean my slate;
stayed with me, when
everyone had fled,
stayed right beside me,
when my wounds had bled;
kept me on the narrow path
kept me from broad avenues,
gave me a promise of a future,
in which there is good news;
now I'm a slave to Christ,
no more a slave to sin;
where I'm going is important,
not the space where I have been.