The old man and the see 357

Once upon a time way back in 1969 I lived in an old farmhouse about a quarter of a mile off an old country road surrounded by fields. I was only twelve but I was on my way to hell. My mother was an adulteress and my father was a drunk and I was pure rebellion; just a snot-nosed little punk. I didn’t know any better; I always thought that I was right. Who was going to correct me? I was strong and tough. My parents were divorced now and this boy had had enough. I didn’t know which way to go but I swore I wouldn’t follow them.
They were rich; they had everything, even a quiet country home. But they just threw it all away and I felt so alone. I had no one to comfort me; by all I was despised. But I had never felt so free. I still believed the lie. I thought I could make it on my own and had no need for God. But after thirty-four years passed by I found out I was wrong. I had married an adulteress and I became a drunk. After twenty-two years of fighting we also got divorced. And I found out I needed God because he was my source. He is my source of happiness and a joy that never fades and I will always follow him till my life drifts away.
We might be in a boat upon the sea amidst a storm. But one thing I am sure of; Jesus keeps us safe and warm. Now I am an old man who has made many mistakes. But God has forgiven me for all of them. My Lord and my God Jesus; his blood is all it takes.
Everybody thinks that they know something, at least till they get older. But then the wise just shut their mouths and keep it in a folder. It isn’t that the knowledge is lost; its just kept in their heads. We know you have to learn life’s lessons although sometimes they are hard and if you live long enough you will. Praise the LORD!