Until I Found You

I searched for love in the strangest places.

The bars, the clubs and sensual spaces.

I traveled all roads where the compass led.

Highways and alleys, all I found was dread.

Until I found you all the fields were gray.

Trees had no leaves and flowers decayed.

The sun never rose to a bright blissful day.

The streams were mirky as the miry clay.

Grey clouds covered the blue pastel sky.

The moon, and stars hidden from my eye.

Roads full of pot holes trails were a ditch.

The music of the singers, no feeling or pitch.

But until I found you all this would remain.

No peace for my soul no rest from my pain.

Life was a struggle I did my best to go on.

But until I found you there wasn't a song.

When I found you my heart was relieved.

For the first time in life I began to breath.

I could now smell the roses, the air so clean.

Roads paved in gold like nothing I’d seen.

The sky had now turned to the prettiest blue.

I looked up toward heaven, and I saw you.

There by the Father you stood at His right.

In all your great glory dressed in pure white.

But until I found Jesus my life was a mess.

I would’ve never known love, love at its best.

But now that I know Him I rest all assured.

My sins are forgiven, my love is secured.

The words I just wrote are exactly how I felt before and after I put my faith and trust in Jesus Christ. (January 7th, 1970)  For me it is impossible to express the profound love I found in Him, all I can do is try.

1 Corinthians 13 was the first message I preached.   

“1Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. 2And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. 3And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.

4Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, 5Doth not behave itself unseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; 6Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; 7Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. 9For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. 10But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. 11When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 12For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. 13And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.” 1 Corinthians 13