The Gift of Desperation

I never knew or saw
desperation to be a gift.
I've seen its face, an ugly place
thank God my head I lift.

was in a dark world
a hopeless state,
didn't know my fate.
barely slept, drank or ate.

Lonely, cold and empty
I didn't have a clue,
I didn't care, no one was their
my life I couldn't undo.

If not for desperation
I'd of probably stayed the coarse.
locked inside a hopeless state
with nothing, no remorse.

lost, confused and dazed
I'd finally had enough.
I screamed and cried,
was ready to try
man that plight was rough.

I staggered to my senses
and stumbled to my feet
to put my life together
bit by bit, piece by piece.

Today I'm doing well
twas by His grace you see,
no longer in desperation,
it was a stepping stone for me.

So my gift was desperation
it saved my life for me.
Thank God for desperation
it brought me back, I'm free.