I'M A SURVIVOR

I sat down to a card game on the day that I was born,
No holds barred and my back against the wall,
The stranger playing against me, he seemed to seldom smile,
And only laughed if I won a hand at all

The funny part is that I never fully saw his face,
It made it hard to tell which
way to play,
But I'd never been a poker face and so he had an easy time,
Whittling me down sad to say

Though I mostly sat alone, there on his side were quite a few,
Doubt and fear and hate were his good friends,
And he never played his cards wrong until the day I drew
The card that put his dark plan to an end

I'm a survivor, I was born to fall and rise again,
I'm a relier, on a helping hand from an old and trusted Friend,
I do what I can and then I leave it in His hand,
That's the only way a loser wins

When I drew it out I clutched it hard and he seemed to sense a change
And then I folded all my others and in his eyes there burned a rage,
Then he pushed in all his winnings, and he threw his last card death,
And his friends began to mock and laugh and I just held my breath
As he reached to take his winnings is when I said, "Hey, just wait!"
And I stood up and showed my hold card and from death I walked away

I'm a survivor, I was born to fall and rise again,
I'm a relier, on a helping hand from an old and trusted Friend,
I do what I can and then I leave it in His hand,
That's the only way a loser wins

[Here comes the epilogue]

The card I drew was love, you know, the love of God's own Son,
He overcame death and hate and He's out-drawn every gun,
There's just one chance you've got to win in this game of life we play,
Put Jesus in your hand, my friend, He's this life's only ace

That's the only way a loser wins...

Micah