Rejection

Rejection is what I got, from none other then my mother.

This pain did hit me deep, and scarred me like no other.

So I turned to alcohol, to stay comfortably numb.

Took me 'till I was forty, to see that it was dumb.

But love is what I wanted, beer and sex is what I got.

I never cared if I was wrong, or sent my soul to rot.

I started this quite young, in fact I was thirteen.

Girls arms I always ran to, drunken legs I crawled between.

But always I was rejected, what about me could be so wrong?

I just wanted to be loved, why did it take so long?

I cried out to Jesus, when my wife slept with another.

I didn't think he'd answer, I didn't think He'd bother.

But God sent me an angel, that held me close and tight.

Kept me away from suicide, and I slept throughout the night.

But still I turned my back, on our God once again.

Went back to beer and sex, was my rejection of Him.

My second marriage failed, and so did my third.

I cried out to God again, and swore he never heard.

But He sent me to recover, from my sinful drunkenness.

He organized my life, of which I made a mess.

He pulled me out of sin, from drunkenness, sex, and jail.

I was baptized in His name, but with sin all men will fail.

We need to accept Christ, and go through His dissection.

Hell is waiting for us, if we give him our rejection.

by Sgt B (Viewed 236 times)