I spent my grown up life in puzzles mazed
No more to play in parks or climb green hills
Wondering was it true that Jesus saves.
On green hills, the Herdwick sheep would graze
While in the town, the people swallowed pills
I spent my adult life in muddled maze.
On the sunny side,old people prayed
For pensions were too small to pay the bills;
Some wondered in which Bank the Saviour saved
I had been obsessive in my ways
Keeping my accounts was not a thrill
I spent my entire life in puzzles mazed
How many mortal sins,such thoughts would prey
Of self torture,I have had my fill
Wondering is it true that Jesus saves
Jerusalem upon its rocky hill
Cannot show but maybe it can tell
I spent my adult life in puzzles mazed
Wondering who and what Lord Jesus saves.
How my heart sings 