In the very same car that you drive.
I’ve sped up when my past tried to catch me,
Not knowing my dead end I’d survive.
I’ve walked in the same shoes you are wearing,
My soles had been tattered and torn.
Climbing out of the rugged valley,
I was scraped by the bushes and thorns.
I have carried the same guilt you hold now,
Barely able to rise in the morn.
Not knowing I was worth God’s forgiveness,
Knowing not that I could be reborn.
I have swum through the Great Lakes of Mercy,
Trod on the fields of Amazing Grace.
Since Jesus Christ has become my Savior,
No dragging footsteps to leave a trace!
— MELISSA A. HENDREN