How A Bus Ride Saved My Life

I heard about it on a bus. Now, you might think that strange.
The greatest story ever told, and, I was just in range.
The lady said a man had died.  That really caught my ear.
I lived alone and often felt my life was full of fear.

And, so I listened closer, now, to details that were meant
For someone else’s ears to hear. I eavesdropped with intent.
She was speaking soft and tender. I had to listen close.
His life was lived without a sin. I thought that rare, at most.

He was born poor, so long ago. I knew He was like me.
No hospital could He afford. He knew of poverty.
He grew into a wondrous man. He traveled far and wide.
He was baptized in the Jordan by someone dressed in hide.

She said He performed some magic; miracles, they were called.
He healed the sick and raised the dead. Some priests were quite appalled.
But, I could not believe my ears, the things that happened next.
The lady said that it was true; recorded in a text.

The text she called the Word of God, the Bible in her hand.
It was recorded long ago and held salvation’s plan.
She went on to tell the tale of plots and of deceit
Of capture, denial, and more; a sinless man’s defeat.

She told how He was meanly nailed to a cross by decree.
He died a brutal horrid death, hung there on Calvary.
Then taken to a nearby tomb, His body laid to rest,
He rose again after three days. I listened, most impressed.

And, then she said the strangest thing; the most amazing part.
She said He died that we might live.  I found this touched my heart.
By then, she knew I was listening; and, I had missed my street.
She said He died for all our sins, and that one day we’d meet.

I thought about my sorry life, how it was filled with pain.
He didn’t want someone like me, for what was there to gain.
She said the past was in the past.  His blood covered all sin.
If I’d decide to live for Christ, He’d gladly take me in.

He would take me just as I am, a haggard, lonely shell.
He’d change my heart , and save my soul; no more fear of Hell.
She’d now convinced this troubled soul, who once did not believe
To confess my sins and start again.  I had been reprieved.

We prayed right there on that old bus something called “Sinner’s Prayer”.
When I got off at the next stop, I knew that I must share.
My life has changed, that much was true. I live each day for Christ.
And if you’ve time, I’ll gladly tell how a bus ride saved my life.

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