Damn Right I Believe

I remember a time,
when I was lost beyond find.
I remember a time,
when the world appeared to be mine.
Strung out and high.
Lost and blind.
Without the truth in my sight,
refusing to believe...I'd fight.
Fight everything.
And fight everyone.
Then BAM! You reached down and said "hello my Son."
Screaming down the highway at 85.
No seatbelt or consciousness about to dive.
Dive right into the median ahead.
Drive there, find myself dead.
All of a sudden a light appeared,
goosebumps down my arm and pure fear.
My eyes were opened now,
certainly not nodding out.
My hands are off the wheel...
how did it turn and make my car avoid the steel?
My foot on the pedal....
how then did the brakes help me avoid the metal?
Radio off and my friend past out...
who then told me, "My time isn't now."?
Thoughts racing through my mind.
It can't be possible...no reason to this rhyme.
Then Jesus touched me.
And told me to believe.

All I could do was fall to my knees.

After that night...you're damn right I believe.