I was born in church,
My father, an apostle, my mother, a pastor.
Daily Bible studies I attended,
Baptized, and yes, a choirmaster.
A lovely child I was, so they said.
They expected so much from me, the godly kid, 
To be gentle and meek; and I made a vow
To never disappoint them. 

A people pleaser I became, and I was the church type.
But if only they knew, that deep inside I bled,
Dead inside, drowning in sin, desperate for mercy instead.
That I lived a double life,
Outwardly holy, inwardly enslaved by the father of lies,
Slave to sin, bound tight by chains unseen.
No one knew, how could they have known? 
The mask I wore, so polished, so clean.
Please excuse me, I wasn’t ignorant, no! 
Letters don’t save, but by the Spirit of God can one be free.
I knew of God’s grace, heard it preached, 
I knew that God saves, I read and would preach it,
Verses I quoted, affirming His love, Him being a Savior, His character clear,
But deep down, I thought: “That’s for others, not for me here.” 
Oh, if I just try a little harder, I told myself,
Be nicer, make peace, I would be okay.
Don’t offend, don’t fall, just follow the law.
But like the Israelites, the veil remained unlifted. 

I chose the way of self, the law,
And I drifted, farther and farther away,
Hopeless, convinced I had failed, gone astray.
Too far gone for God, I thought,
Yet pride kept me silent, too scared to cry,
For the man they knew was never the man I was. 
Hidden behind smiles, was turmoil,
My bones were dry, hope lost, I felt cut off.
In search for peace, for love, I wandered, I scoffed,
Far from my reach, I scoffed at the idea of calling them mine.
I tried, oh I tried, nothing could fill the void.
So I turned to the bottle, to lust, addictions employed.
Masturbation, drinking, drowning in shame,
Yet to the world, I was still the minister they knew by name.
But inside, I was sinking, oh, too far gone, I thought! 

But not too far gone for His mercy,
He still loved me, still called me, 
And it was that night, when I had nothing left,
I remembered something I hadn’t tried yet.
The way of faith, the way of life, the way Himself, Jesus Christ.
So I opened my Bible, and oh, the light.
John 3:16, how had I not believed?
Romans 10:13 is right indeed,
Those who call on the Lord shall be saved.
I wrestled with my soul,
With how dirty was my robe,
Pulled by the yoke of His love,
I finally received. 

The Light, He had been standing at the door 
Jesus was knocking, and in I let Him reside.
Oh, the revelation hit, the Holy Spirit spoke,
Conviction struck, chains broke, darkness fled.
My dry bones He commanded, 
And behold sinews, flesh and the skin came upon me.
I met Life, He took me out of my grave and gave me His Spirit.
Tears soaked my bed that night,
I met Life, Light, Love, 
Hallelujah, on that night, I was raised.
He gave breath to my dry bones, 
I received Jesus as my King, my Savior, my all,
And my story changed, I answered His call. 

Oh yes, I wasn’t worthy for the King to be hanged on the cross. 
When He died behold the veil of the temple was torn,
I was allowed into the holy of holies, in the presence of God.
Years now, a new creature have I become in Him,
Old things have passed, no longer bound by sin.
My mind renewed, my heart made new,
Each day with God, sweeter, so true. 

For despite my deadly secrets, despite my shame,
He welcomed me in, and I’ve never been the same.
Now I know the Truth, and that Truth is a Person, Jesus,
They shall know Him, and through Him, will be set free.
I am free, oh, I can sing it aloud!
The law of the Spirit of life has lifted the shroud.
From the law of sin and death, I am free,
For where the Spirit of the Lord is, there’s liberty.

2 Corinthians 3:17-18, oh, now I see, 
With an unveiled face, His glory I behold,
Being transformed from glory to glory,
Just as by the Spirit of the Lord, my story is told.
God predestined that I will be Christlike
And He suffered that I might follow His steps.
I am the aroma of Christ,
Daily being transformed, 
Pressing on that I may hold of that which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.  

Beloved, now we are children of God; 
And it has not yet been revealed what we shall be, 
But we know that when He is revealed, we shall be like Him, 
For we shall see Him as He is. 
And everyone who has this hope in Him purifies himself, 
Just as He is pure (1 John 3:2-3). 

Too far gone? 
Not anymore, not ever,
For Truth, Way and Life, Jesus, has found me, and I’m His forever. 

Too far gone, you believe? 
Not anymore, not ever, 
For Jesus is calling you.