I turned away from HimBackslid from the Holy OneWent back to my lifestyle of sin I now talk, think and behave like the worldI easily blend inBy the world’s charms I am thrilled I take pride in my achievements and possessionsAfter all who wouldn’t?Accumulate material goods without question Life is all about everything I seeMy heart takes delight in physical pleasureMy motto is: just let me be The preacher and the elders come to my homeThey are in concern for my soulI wish they would leave me alone “Fall from grace?”I cruelly scoffEven at the look of sorrow on the preacher’s face “Impossible!God will let me in the pearly gatesThe idea of apostasy, inconceivable!” They all claim I’ve trampled the Son of God underfootDespised His holy bloodBut I shut out their input Then I show them the doorPractically push them outTheir pleas for repentance I ignore But hey! It’s all goodGod’s grace covers meAs it very well should And I have plenty of time to repentMy life is full of numerous daysOn my conscience God’s Word can’t even make a dent I head off to workMoney now my goalOn my face there is a smirk When bam! I am hit head onBy a drunk driver weaving in and out of trafficNow my fragile life is almost gone My lungs fill with bloodA coherent thought won’t comeThe paramedics have done all they could Wait! I’m not ready to die!Give me one more day!Oh, why did the drunk driver hit me? Why? …