Oh how those memories keep coming back like a flood.
How the pastor kept preaching about Jesus and the blood.
Sunday after Sunday he would say you must repent.
And the message I began to resent.
Everyone wanted to see me come to the altar and my sins confess.
Each day I wanted to hear the message less.
With my parents to church I would always go.
They hoped one day Jesus I would come to know.
As time kept going by,
My mother continued praying for me and would cry.
She was worried about what my future without God would be.
I wanted to be great, that is what I wanted for me.
There was so much in life I wanted to do.
Some other time, Lord, I will have more time for You.
I have big plans that lie ahead.
But one day, Lord, I will repent; I know that is what You said.
I kept postponing those things I knew were right.
And from a child, from Your call I made my flight.
I wanted fame, that is what I was interested in.
I often thought where I was headed while living in sin.
I finally made it to the top, the place I wanted to reach.
I remember what the pastor taught and what my teachers would teach.
Lord, I have had a wasted life for You.
From my youth, I knew what You wanted me to do.
The time would come, I believe, When Jesus into my heart I would receive.
But I don't seem to feel the tugging I once felt in my heart.
If only I would have listened to You, from the very start.
2 Corinthians 6:2
"Now is the accepted time, behold, now is the day of salvation."

Jesus, I believe You were in the beginning with God, And You created the Heavens where angels trod.
And all things were created by Thee, You saw how everything needed to be.
I believe You hung the planets in space, And each one stays in its assigned place. No need each day to tell it where to stay,
From the day it was created remains to this day.
I believe for Your glory they are and were created, And everything good You did the devil hated.
But You are the one with the final say, Satan's time will come, he will have his final day.
I believe everything from the beginning You knew, Things were made with precision; You knew what to do.
I believe You created the earth just for man, And for him You had a wonderful plan.
I believe You came to earth, was born, laid in a manger, And to Your own people You were a stranger.
You preached the gospel to all that would hear,
You healed the sick, raised the dead, delivered from fear.
I believe You came and died,
That You shed Your blood, You were crucified.
You knew there was no other way to save me, This is the way it had to be.
I believe You are coming back for us one day, To catch those that believe on You away.
There will be no death there,
That only happened before we met You in the air.