Where Strength is Found
He was a child filled with rage,
He had a heart of stone, hard and cold.
He was seventeen years of age,
Wouldn’t listen to anything he was told.
Living in a cold and cruel world,
He followed those wild and sinful ways.
A sneer on his face, lips curled,
It was a reflection of his troubled days.
The story could well be mine,
And I could quote it chapter and page.
Stone walls and iron bars I find,
They use to confine and make a cage.
But there is always hope,
And His hope will never let you down.
Hope gives strength to cope,
I know where that strength is found.
Into his darkness came
The truth that is God’s light of love.
Jesus Christ is His name,
God‘s only Son; my Savior from above.
Carl A. Gooch ~ 16 May 2017