Nondenominational

About the Book

His crimes . . .

The devil smiled in his craft
As the driver lost control.
All the while, he just laughed,
Thought he gained one more soul.

A mother’s worst nightmare,
Birthed just before sunrise.
No phone call could dare
Soften this mother’s surprise.

The car wrapped around
That phone pole, like saran.
For years in the future,
Injury’s what would stand.

Fourteen weeks in a coma,
Therapy for three years.
Learning everything over,
Brain injury posted fears.

Learning how to walk,
How to think, read, and write,
He read books like a hawk,
Praying things end up right.

Could he ever come back?
Or will misery stand?
Who could come fix the tracks?
Who would give him a hand?

Could his life come around
If he wept on the curb?
Will his tears just make a sound,
Or is his prayer not heard?

But he came from the heights
To swoop down to his depths,
To help make his life right,
Stand him up with his breath.

Now he lives in his heart
Ever since faith met time.
He gave him a new start,
His glory in his crimes.

About the Author

He was raised a Christian until high school started. At 19 years old, his friend wrapped the car around a telephone pole. He was thrown into a coma for 14 weeks, received a brain injury, lost some teeth and all muscles on his right side of body(he injured the left side of his brain). Needed to go to therapy for 3 1/2 years. In all, physical recovery took a decade(exercise and time). He needed to write poetry to assist his mental recovery immediately after the injury. He continued to do this for 19 years and still does today.