The Rut

While driving along on my old four wheeler, after a night of heavy rain, Oh, it was good to be on this old road again. There were puddles every where, and rough old ruts, I had to drive with care. Then, all at once that old front wheel slipped, and I was in a deep rut up to my hips. There was no way I could get out with out some aid; I thank the person, who by their hands a wench was made. In our spiritual life we were born in a deep rut called sin, there was no way out that deep valley we were in.Then God sent His Son to bare our guilt and the cost was His precious blood that had to be spilt. So let's lift our hands and voices and sing unending praise to Jesus, our Saviour and King!