The Crash Poem by Jake Gollon

Out of personal hatred,
with my life off-track,
I picked up a bottle
and tipped it back.

My mind was a mess,
a fallen bookshelf.
Thoughts full of pity,
but all for myself.

I got behind the wheel,
Terrible choice.
Before the crash
I heard His voice…

As I lay in the wreck,
He gave me a vow:
I could turn this around
if I chose right now…

Where do I turn?
When my luck runs dry.
Life’s on the line.
Will I look to the sky?

I knelt in the dirt
and pouring rain.
Folded up my hands,
and began to pray …

I saw the sky open,
Just barely a view,
With overcast skies,
The sun shone through…

God open your gates,
please let me pass.
Gimme one more try.
Gimme one last chance.

He looked with shame,
at what I’d become.
The people I’d burned
and things I’d done.

He opened his arms,
and welcomed me through.
I don’t know why?
It couldn’t be true.

He said he loved me,
and would never let me go.
He knew I meant well,
But didn't let it show.

I pleaded with Him,
To let me live.
It wasn't my time,
I had more to give.

I hit the floor with a BANG,
and woke from my dream.
Astonished by,
how real it seemed.

I scratched my head
and looked about.
It was a hospital room,
Without any doubt…

It wasn’t a dream...
I held my breath.
He’d pried me free,
from the hands of death.

On the cold hard tile,
I knelt to the floor,
folded my hands,
and prayed once more.

I wont let you down,
I’ll spread word of thee.
I’ll tell of Your love,
And what you did for me.

I opened the window,
To get fresh air,
When I looked to the sky,
It caught my stare…

I saw the sky open,
Just barely a view,
With overcast skies,
The sun shone through…