Acts 9:3

I laid stones ready to strike any predator

Who came sniffing in the night

But I hear the birds and see the stones

Glad that none were needed as I slept

Today im walking towards Damascus

Yeah I'm walking towards Damascus

My body’s weary and my heart is too

Ive had no revelations in the wilderness

Though I did take a surprise shit while

Leaning off of a ridge

And was struck by the beauty and comedy

Of attempting to exist

But that light fades and I pound the dirt

I climb a hill I surrender a hill I eat a honeybun in a motel room

Today im walking towards Damascus

Yeah im walking towards Damascus

Jesus finally came to me at a crossing

The sun reflecting off his immaculate ram

Blinded I said hello

As he took two beers from a cooler in the bed

Cracked em open on the tailgate, spit out his dip

Handed one to me and I took a sip

The cold carbonation and alcohol and his conversation

Was such a comfort to me

Dirty and eating tuna from a bag

I wanna make it to Damascus

I wanna make it to Damascus

I wanna make it to Damascus

He smiled, gun on his hip

Offered me an oxycodone and he split