Out Of This World. Poem by dave lessard

I've come out of this world,
with its prejudice and hate;
and walked along God's path,
I admit, a little late.
Cause I was ignorant of truth,
didn't know the right from wrong;
had it all and lost it all,
like in some old country song.
Didn't know the Word itself,
didn't hear God's special call;
and from this sad position,
I was ripe, to fall.
I fell right to the bottom,
before I heard His voice;
He forgave me from my sins,
the sins of my own choice.
Oh yes, I'm far from perfect,
but I'm improving, everyday;
in mood, in thought, in prayer,
I'm finally on my way.