As a man was wandering into the night,
He searched for something, not found by sight.
His heart was heavy, his flame growing dim.
He thought of his future, the outlook seemed grim.
“Why go on? What’s the purpose of life?”
Remembering the past, cut just like a knife.
He knew he was bitter, he would no more deny.
As anger drove him, he decided to die.
He had arrived, his decision was made.
He stood on the tracks, hoping the train not delayed.
He felt great relief, as he heard the whistle blow.
But suddenly a new thought, “Where will I go?”
He dove from danger, as the train roared by.
“Where will I go?” he could hear himself cry.
Over and over the question replayed.
As he thought of eternity, the present did fade.
The thoughts of childhood, the sermons he’d heard,
Came flooding back, his whole being was stirred.
“It’s Jesus Christ, His burden is light!”
The message came clear, from out of the night.
He pled with God, broken by sin.
He would not stop ‘til this battle he’d win.
The devil was desperate, his victim so near,
But God saw a sinner, a life he held dear.
Into the night the battle did rage.
Saint or sinner, what would be this man’s wage?
The peace of God flowed over like rain;
Rejoicing he wept, he felt no more pain.
With joy in his step, and victory in his heart,
He left praising God, “How great Thou art!”
