The Book
He bows his head and cries
Then gets down on his knees
To ask a man who he’s never known
If he could help him - please
He clasps his hands together
Lays them on the bed
Then he moves forward
And rests his hands upon his head
He tells him that he’s weary
And tired of the fight
Of battling addictions
And how he wants to see the light
Softly he whispers
Then he screams out loud
Can you hear me Lord?
I am sorry - I’ve been proud
I’ve tried to deny it
For thirty years or more
But my heart is beaten
And I’m knocking on your door
I never learned to pray
I very rarely cry
I haven’t been your best son
But I am willing to try
I‘m bruised and I’m battered
Helpless and alone
If I had a friend to call
I would pick up the phone
But my friends have deserted me
Of this I cannot lie
I could not see who I’d become
Why dear Lord…oh, why?
I promise my surrender
To your blessings from above
Because I now know who you are
And of your precious love
You see - an old man handed me a book
On the street the other day
He said, “ My son I see your hurting.
I think you need to pray.”
I’d never seen his face before
Nor knew where he came from
But he knew me
And he knew - that my soul was numb
I held the book in my hand
As he turned away
It was tattered and it was torn
Like the clothes he wore that day
I yelled out, “Hey old man.”
“Do you need a dime?”
He turned his head and smiled at me
“Not me my son. I’m fine.”
Dear Lord - I turned the pages
When I got home that day
And these are the words I read
That helped me find my way
He reached out for the table
And took the book in his hand
He turned the tattered pages
And spoke in reverent command
Ask and it will be given to you
Seek and you shall find
Knock and the door will be opened to you
For everyone who asks receives; and he who seeks finds
Then he lifted up his head
And looked way up high
He was smiling now
He did not even cry
A feeling had washed over him
He’d never known before
He felt a sense of peace
Of worship and adore
He felt his soul being cleansed
His heart beat renewed
He found his one and only friend
Who fed him spiritual food
When he went to sleep that night
He knew he’d been reborn
He had no cravings for cocaine
Mary Jane or porn
He never saw that man again
Who gave him the book
But he thanks him everyday
For the time he took
So, if you're fighting addictions
Of the earthly kind
Open up the book
Seek and you shall find
Then gets down on his knees
To ask a man who he’s never known
If he could help him - please
He clasps his hands together
Lays them on the bed
Then he moves forward
And rests his hands upon his head
He tells him that he’s weary
And tired of the fight
Of battling addictions
And how he wants to see the light
Softly he whispers
Then he screams out loud
Can you hear me Lord?
I am sorry - I’ve been proud
I’ve tried to deny it
For thirty years or more
But my heart is beaten
And I’m knocking on your door
I never learned to pray
I very rarely cry
I haven’t been your best son
But I am willing to try
I‘m bruised and I’m battered
Helpless and alone
If I had a friend to call
I would pick up the phone
But my friends have deserted me
Of this I cannot lie
I could not see who I’d become
Why dear Lord…oh, why?
I promise my surrender
To your blessings from above
Because I now know who you are
And of your precious love
You see - an old man handed me a book
On the street the other day
He said, “ My son I see your hurting.
I think you need to pray.”
I’d never seen his face before
Nor knew where he came from
But he knew me
And he knew - that my soul was numb
I held the book in my hand
As he turned away
It was tattered and it was torn
Like the clothes he wore that day
I yelled out, “Hey old man.”
“Do you need a dime?”
He turned his head and smiled at me
“Not me my son. I’m fine.”
Dear Lord - I turned the pages
When I got home that day
And these are the words I read
That helped me find my way
He reached out for the table
And took the book in his hand
He turned the tattered pages
And spoke in reverent command
Ask and it will be given to you
Seek and you shall find
Knock and the door will be opened to you
For everyone who asks receives; and he who seeks finds
Then he lifted up his head
And looked way up high
He was smiling now
He did not even cry
A feeling had washed over him
He’d never known before
He felt a sense of peace
Of worship and adore
He felt his soul being cleansed
His heart beat renewed
He found his one and only friend
Who fed him spiritual food
When he went to sleep that night
He knew he’d been reborn
He had no cravings for cocaine
Mary Jane or porn
He never saw that man again
Who gave him the book
But he thanks him everyday
For the time he took
So, if you're fighting addictions
Of the earthly kind
Open up the book
Seek and you shall find
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