His Way

I used to sing, as Ol’Frank would say

I lived full life and did it my way.

I used to take all I could steal.

I longed to touch all I could feel

I used to love just fun and play.

I wanted choice to do things my way.

Until I read the Word of God

And found it, oh, so very odd

That I was formed - by God from clay

And was not meant - to live this way

That I was broke in need of mend

And soon my sinful life would end

I cried “Oh God,” upon my knees,

“I know I’m meant for You- to please”

“The blood of Christ was shed for me

To show your love eternally”

So then I saw beyond the bend

I knew I needed God as Friend.

And, by His grace, I now can say

“I’ll live my life … and do it - His Way”