MIRE

      When you’re deep in the mire
      And you start to perspire
      The devil is laughing at you
      You have gone your own way
      Now you’re starting to pay
      And there doesn’t seem any way through.

      You have led your own life
      And it’s ended in strife
      But you’re too proud to ask for some aid
      It can only get worse
      As you scream and you curse
      You are feeling alone and afraid.

      The answer is clear
      There is One who is near
      And He’s ready to take all the weight
      You must swallow your pride
      And in Him must confide
      Before you leave it too late.

      So give up the fight
      Relax, be contrite
      Ask Jesus back into your world
      Let Him sort you out
      Rejoice and be stout
      Let His future for you be unfurled.