Here I am at the black Tar Pit…
Walking around, circling it…
When I turn to leave my mind and soul fall in…
Swamped by depression, tar, and sin
It’s sticky in here and I can’t move…
Panicly, frantic on what to do…
As my mind sinks deeper in the goo…
Waving arms and kicking feet, a statue…
I do not move…
I want to reach for dry land, but this Tar Pit pulls me down
It’s liquid darkness courting me, as it caresses around
But I know inside of me, there is more strength to be found
And I will fight with Jesus at my side, to drag my mind and soul to solid ground….
Lost within the deep Tar Pit, mind sinking into shadowy black
But the hand of Christ reaches down to me to pull my sinking black soul back
I’ve walked the Tar Pits all my life, I know how shadows attack
So now that I’ve found Jesus I can fight the shadows back….
Know that!
So I will take the swim right now, if life demands I need the Tar…
Because it’s the hardships and trails of life that define who we are….
And I know Jesus will tend to me, without a cost or charge…
And pull my mind and soul from the darkness, and save me from the Tar…
