Once upon a crossroad I did stop,

Weary, tired, about to drop,

A stranger’s hand then appeared,

I never saw him draw near.

I rose up from my weary state,

To look upon his smiling face,

Filled with dread and woe,

How could he smile at me?

I did not know. 

For I was lost, an uneasy soul,

But he did not scorn or scold,

He asked me with a gentle voice,

“My son, have you made the choice”?

And as I rose with a quivering smile,

Yes, Lord and you have carried me my first mile.

Written by J. Keith Hancock

Down a long and dusty road,

A weary man dropped his load,

My burden is heavy, he said with a sigh,

If not for you Lord, I would surely cry.

I have carried my burden for many a year,

Please, dear Lord, may I leave it here?

God in heaven looked down with a smile,

My son, I have carried your burden many a mile,

And as he looked upon the ground,

His burden was gone; never to be found.

Written By J. Keith Hancock

I have often wondered through the years,

About the sorrow, sadness and tears,

When my soul would cry out loud,

Then anger covered me like a shroud.

I would call faintly to God,

Then my drunken head would nod,

My soul destroyed by satan’s disease,

My sinful ways, the Lord I did not please.

Then hard upon the ground I fell,

God has shown me views of hell,

His question to me, of this do you want?

No dear Lord, leave me not.

Take me from this awful place,

Leave me not in drunken disgrace,

Then a flash of light so bright,

To destroy even the darkest night,

Save me Lord; hear my plea!

Then loving Jesus set me free.

 
Written By J. Keith Hancock