MIRY CLAY

I struggled in the miry clay!
Wasn't in good shape anyway!
Toting a bag of duck decoys;
Getting stuck just really annoys!

Walking was tough in all that clay
To our blind before dawn of day.
You've been there, you know what I mean--
At times it is a frightening thing!

I get stuck in that miry clay
Drop my flashlight and lose my way!
As long as someone can help me
It makes no difference if I can see!

I feel a strong, supportive hand
With two strong arms to help me stand.
Lifted back on the narrow path
And spared from nature's hidden wrath!

Sin is a lot like miry clay;
When you are stuck . . . can't find the way,
You need someone who'll rescue you
And to the end will see you through!

Jesus found me in miry clay
I could not move, had lost my way!
He promised He would come to stay
When He saved me that fateful day!

Rescued me from that miry pit,
Gave me a safe, dry place to sit!
He led me on a brand new path,
Saved me from God's eternal wrath!

So if you're lost, don't know the way
There is a simple prayer to pray!
"Dear Lord, I'm stuck and need a friend
Who'll safely guide me 'till the end!"

December 23, 1996


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