The "He"lp

In my heyday, I was such a heathen, full of evil.
I was heading down a terrible road, of such horrible misery.
Yet, I wouldn't hesitate to do whatever it was I wanted.
There was no heart inside me, hence my actions of insanity.

Hell is what I made it, and I couldn't feel the heat either.
All I did was place a heavy burden upon myself.
I needed help, for I desperately needed to heal inside.
"Accomplishing that, is impossible", is exactly how I felt.

But I wasn't listening to what God was telling me to do.
So he brought me out of hell himself; a noble deed, indeed.
Instead of using a hearse though, he used a police car.
A hefty job of his as it stands, every time he saves me.

Removing me from the herds of henpecked henchmen in sin.
Their most heinous of crimes, were not heeding Gods' words.
He showed me a reflection of myself, I felt like a heel.
No longer did I desire to be a negative influence afterwards.

Those ill gotten gains from heists of what was tangible.
Doing wrongful things that would really affect my health.
My life was a hectic mess, from an extraordinary height I fell.
So god brought me to prison, just to show me my true self.

Leaving a stronger heritage for my heirs, is now the righteous goal.
With God at the head of my table, the helm of my ship.
My soul has been restored, God himself becoming my hero.
I have heard his words of wisdom, so upon my new path, my feet won't slip.