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 I went to rescue the man in the ditch, to make him whole and free.

When I got there, I found, to my surprise,

that the man in the ditch was me.

I cried for help from the ditch, but help did not come from a man;

the Lord had knocked me off my horse in order to reveal His plan.


Prodigal Sons, every last one, wherever they may roam,

are looking for love in all the wrong places, far from the Father's home.

God gives us enough rope to hang ourselves, letting us go astray.

Folks left behind wring their hands; all they can do is pray.


Until the trap that God has set is ready to capture our soul,

we flail, thrash, scream and cry, in our efforts to be made whole.

Futility reigns in Egypt, in that place, where we were sold

in slavery to sin, without God, with no way back to the fold.


Out of Zion roared the Deliverer, the Christ, the Promised one.

He came to find us, even to hell, God's holy, firstborn Son.

He loosed the shackles; broke the chains, set every captive free.

He came to save the man in the ditch; He came to rescue me.


Up from the miry pits of hell, out of the ditch I came,

healed and whole and walking free, the one who had been lame.

He took me home to my Father who was waiting with a robe and a ring,

to greet the lonely prodigal son, who had nothing at all to bring.


Barefoot and humbled, seeking a crumb, I came home to boundless love

to spend all my days, learning the ways of my heavenly Father above.

Forever I will seek His face, and forever praise His name.

Living water flows through my life, which will never be the same.

Written for the Saints at Medicalodge, Neosho, MO, on 10/25/01

Jan and Lenny Antonsson

17178 Highway 59, Neosho, MO 64850 (Snail Mail)

"The Man in the Ditch"

The Glory Road

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This page was uploaded to the web on 11/2/01

by Jan Antonsson, Webmeister

and last edited on 11/04/08.