When light found me

I walked a path, so wide, so free,

Yet blind to chains that shackled me.

I thought I stood on solid ground,

But sin, unseen, had wrapped me round.

I knew not then my soul was lost,

Nor grasped the weight, nor felt the cost.

I chased the wind, I wore a smile,

But emptiness grew all the while.

Then came a whisper, soft and true,

A name I’d heard, but never knew.

Not just a tale from days gone by—

But Love Himself, who came to die.

He showed me what I could not see:

The sin that lived and breathed in me.

Not just in deed, but deep within,

A heart estranged, enslaved by sin.

Yet in that light, I saw His face,

Not wrath, but mercy, truth, and grace.

The cross stood tall, the blood ran red,

For every tear my soul had bled.

No work of mine, no prayer, no plea,

Could break the chains and set me free.

But Jesus did—He bore it all,

He heard my cry, He took my fall.

Now I walk a different way,

Guided by His light each day.

From sinner lost to child restored,

Redeemed and loved—forevermore.