Road to Damascus

[Acts 9:1-30]

On the road to Damascus, there rides a man

He points the finger, holds the cloaks, he’s got blood on his hands

A single purpose fixed in his mind

To compassion and reason he is blind

Bent on the elimination of a name of that man Jesus Christ!

 

On the road to Damascus his destination lay

Unknown to him it was also his fate and destiny

For that man who was crucified

He felt nothing but hate intensified

That man was Saul by name – when lightning struck him down!

 

Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?

Saul, Saul, why do you hate me so?

Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me?

Saul, Saul, you’re the one I’ve chosen,

Don’t you know, don’t you know

 

For three days, darkness was his constant fear

No food or drink, his weakness was his own cross to bear

In a dream, Ananias came

He touched Saul’s eyes and filled his heart with the Spirit’s flame

You are the instrument of God, to bring the gentiles home

 

In that temple in Damascus, he started to speak out

Proclaiming Jesus was quite a change, for that they had their doubts

But he spoke with conviction, with the Holy Spirit, with truth and dedication

That man was Paul by name, and his words were thunderbolts!