He was battle scarred from head to toe,
But that's the way most tom cats go.
With dirty fur and bloody ear,
He'd run away when we came near.
He tempted fate a time or two
For his nine lives were overdue
And when we found him nearly dead,
He couldn't raise his once proud head.
With time and care he came to know
That he was loved from head to toe,
And soon he learned to love us, too,
When his nine lives were overdue.
How like that cat we run away
And choose a path that leads astray,
Where troubles fall about our head
Till hope and faith are nearly dead.
Then Jesus comes to lift us up,
Restore our strength and fill our cup
That we might see by faith anew
The joy in Him that's overdue!
~ Clay Harrison
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