THE INVISIBLE HAND

HOW DID YOU FIND ME
IN THIS DESPICABLE PLACE,
LIKE THE PRODIGAL SON
I TOOK YOUR GIFT OF LIFE
AND RAN FROM YOUR FACE.

IT WAS YOU,
THAT TOLD ME, MY PATH I CAN CHOOSE,
SO I CHOSE THE PRIDE OF LIFE 
TO BASK IN THE PLEASURES OF MY SIN
WIN OR LOOSE.

WHO AM I TO YOU,
THAT YOU WOULD SEND GRACE MY WAY,
PATIENTLY WAITING ON MY RETURN,
AS THE MONTHS, BECAME YEARS.

WHAT KIND OF LOVE IS THIS
THAT YOU WOULD REACH OUT TO ME,
WHILE SUBMERGED IN THE CESSPOOL OF my SIN 
SNATCHING MY SOUL FROM ITS IRON GRASP
AND SETTING ME FREE.

WILFORD BARKER.