By an Anonymous AIC
Used to take what was yours and call it mine,
All for the love of a little white line,
Couldn’t drive too fast in a stolen car,
Or spend enough of your money at the corner bar.
I never listened to the sound of a Liberty Bell,
Every choice made for a living hell.
Told every lie a man like me could say,
Broke every promise made along the way.
Spent years doing the life on the installment plan,
Just another day in the life of this man.
Ended up in a box no where to run,
Couldn’t go another day with the things I’ve done.
I’ve been beat down, rode hard and put up wet,
Danced with the devil till I was full of regret.
Took all I got and you can have what’s left of me,
That’s why I’m hanging on by a prayer to the vine of the branch of the tree.
Read thousands of books while doing my time,
Only one that began to change my mind.
When you start reading scripture, you can make it rain,
Living water to wash away every stain.
This song is sung by me for you,
You can choose not to listen like I did too,
But if you’re tired of getting what you’ve always got,
The price for your sins already been bought.
That’s why I’m hanging on by a prayer,
To the vine of the branch of the tree,
Oh Lord, you can have what’s left of me.