Return of the Prodical

It's been along time comin...were sick of  slummin.
 Peeped direction towards a righteous path.,,, n started runnin.
 I wear the same clothes the same shoes the same grin, blessed by the love of my savior, I get ta start again. 
  brought me out the ditches of destruction , broke the chains of addictions ,,thet I been lovin .
My God took a life, full of confusion n darkness, lite it up with hope, filed it with progress. 
A life looking like a prison sentence. Washed it out, turned it to a blessed witness. 

 Always I had something to prove, took what I couldn't afford,  violence n booze I got nuttin to lose,  
I did what i wanted when it was most inconvenient ,  even left body's lying cold on the cement. 
Im not a Deservent servant, as worthless as the ink used ta write my warrant. 
But the creator of all sent his son to bare witness, of everlasting life, that with him perfection can live with in us.  

So many of us search for blessings In the darkness, we  just never been shown exactly were the light is,,,,no excuses  for the dirt I did , all that's in the past,, for no evil can bid....my debt was cleared, God paid it at the highest cost , all sin was bought, when my savior died on the cross. ..
yes we except you Father,,the King of kings.......no other need ta brother..my Savior breathes. 
Born to a Virgin mother , with a servants hands.,,,,the one who is like no other.
 My lord walks as man