Reflections in my mind, from the past,
swirling, turning coming fast.
Sins so many against the Lord,
Why do I seem to live by the sword.
Tormented by the flames of hell,
Pain as I stumbled and fell.
The battleground has wounded me,
Father let me follow thee.
Times that I tire of this fight,
Til, the visions of the coming night.
Thoughts of the day I was saved,
The day I left the road well paved.
Reflections of the many ugly scars,
A day comes when I walk among Heavenly stars.