Touch of the Savior


Day after day I feel lost in a sea of confusion
Strife and trauma in my life giving me delay
Never able to find any answers of absolution
Often reminding myself crying really is okay

For years and years I yearned for a clutch
But the great pain I just could not contain
I felt that perhaps I had asked for a bit much
The answer felt like, from life, I had to abstain

My family life could never provide much aid
Sometimes I would even refuse mom's embrace
For myself, it was the self-torment I had made
That forced me to walk alone at my own pace

I truly began to question the point of it all
I thought about doing something to bring my end
That one night, from the bridge, I was tempted to fall
If only my sorrow had been make pretend

But as I leaned over to glimpse the water below
Crazy as it sounds, a loving soul had taken my hand
Their gentle voice saying, "this is not the way, no"
My eyes glimpsed no one, prompting my demand

Who are you, and why would you dare to save me?

I was finished with this, why can't you see?

Where are you? Just answer me, please!

Delivering a response, the night's silence did not
My tear-stained eyes merely rose to the sky
Desperately scanning for the savior I sought
The savior who saved me from my wish to die

I sat quietly for the longest time, alone

I sat in the darkness wracking my brain, alone

But then it occurred to me, a belief taking hold
I had been watched, I had been saved, from above
Gentle embrace warming my skin that had been cold
I knew that I had been touched by God's very love

And so I hastily pulled myself up to my feet
This God fellow who saved me, I sure wished to meet

I felt it deep within me, a newfound faith in my heart
I knew that there was so much more for me to do and see
And, for God himself, I anxiously wished to do my part
The walk of Christianity is the only walk for me.