Something was wrong.
I could feel its weight in my heart, as a stone. As much as I feared, I knew.
He had come. I was left behind, alone.
Terror gripped me as I cried out to the God that I neglected.
Because I believed I had time, his plan for salvation I rejected.
I hung my head in despair. If only I had listened at the start.
It wasn't so hard to simply believe, to give my life and my heart.
Those words, "Give my life" echoed in my head
and I fell to my knees with a cry.
Eternal life in Christ was lost to me.
I had waited and I asked myself why?
I woke then with a sudden rush of fear, hearing my own anguished scream.
I finally accepted Jesus right there. He had saved me by a dream.
I gave my life to Jesus, but I never cease to remember or feel,
what would have happened that day so long ago, had it been for real?