Damascus Road by Josiah Queen

I threw stones You threw a lifeline I was blinded like a deer up in the headlights Heart was cold Filled with hate I clenched a fist and fought against life in Your light When I was still Your foe You met me there on Damascus road Saul wasn't looking for Jesus. He was "breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord" (Acts 9:1) when the light knocked him into the dirt. That's the whole gospel in one roadside: "while we were enemies we were reconciled to God" (Romans 5:10). Luther's first thesis has been rattling around my head since Reformation Day: the entire life of believers is to be one of repentance. Damascus Road wasn't only Paul's moment. Every one of us was headed to a whitewashed grave, righteous in our own eyes, until He opened them. I was headed to a white washed grave Until I saw the light And He changed my name