What greater act of Divine assistance Than a wayward slave broken by sin Finding himself time and time again Drowned in despair but not sinking Losing his dusty way and thinking There is no return no way back To where the path opens wide For every seeker that’s died Looking for hope in thistles Unfriendly on the outside Yet deep run their roots In unwavering search For another chance Touch them khalid And for heaven’s Sake be sure to Wince a little By way of Thanks
