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I knew a young man
once, lost out in sin,
He was an alcoholic and thought he had many friends,
He drank whiskey by the bottles and beer by the cans,
The devil had him in his power, leading him by the hands.
He had a good wife - kind, simple and sweet,
And the cutest little boy you would ever want to meet.
He worked only a day or two a week;
To buy whiskey instead of food for them to eat.
A wife and child without food or clothes
And the rough times they had, God only knows.
Then came the D.T. 's, if you know what I mean,
The Devil, Demons and evil things he'd seen.
Then, trying to sober up in a hospital, four stories high,
Dived through a window, BUT GOD SAID, "IT'S NOT HIS TIME TO DIE."
Months went by and his wounds began to heal,
And to buy whiskey he had to rob and steal.
Then at last, all alone in jail,
All his friends had forsaken him - nobody to go his bail
There LOST, ALL ALONE, SOMETHING SEEMED TO SAY,
TRY THE LORD JESUS, HE'S THE ONLY WAY.
There in that jail, the LORD JESUS CAME INTO HIS LIFE,
He's back now with his family, his child and his wife.
He carries the Devil's scars all over his face,
But inside his heart is changed because of GOD'S GRACE.
God saved his soul and set him free,
I know, my friend, because THAT MAN WAS ME.
DALE PAINTER
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