Troubled life

Once I had a troubled life

Full of mischief 

Laced with strive 

A lying tongue 

In vanity wise 

A smart arse tool 

A thin disguise 

Being a fool 

In his eyes 

I see the past 

Now push for the prize 

No longer a slave 

At vanities whim 

My purpose

My life 

Belongs to him 

And from his arms 

I will not stray 

In death and in life 

Is where I'll stay 

And count my blessing 

One by one

A loving Father 

And his Son.