“As I lay wounded from my injuries”

As I lay wounded from my injuries’ on the cold black rainy surface.

A leg broken, still in place, one half removed during grace.

My father herd me cry.

And I say, father what you need of me.

I have taken far too long since I first heard your voice and you called my name.

Father I have changed and you have remained the same with me.

The enemy has asked permission to try a finish his mission.

I’m ready, father no more excuses,

I’m ready, father I am true to this

Father I am not new to this, father I’m ready,

A man I did not know said Mr. B I have to remove your leg

All I said was go ahead, I did not care or worry about my flesh.

As he put me to sleep, and you held my hand

As a father would do for his lost sheep,

Or a child who has fallen to sleep

Father I now you will you use me, and my injury

Others need to hear from me, as I tell them of your goodness, to me.

I’m ready, father no more excuses,

I’m ready, father I am true to this

                                                                 Father I am not new to this, father I’m ready,