About a guy that lived through drinking and his 'friends' at the bar.
I believe everyone has a "period" in their lives where they just don't care about themselves. I wrote this in memory of the way I don't ever want to be again.
I Traded Hell For Eternity
Stephan Marc Dubois, ASCAP
(c) 2004
V1
The dim lights and smoke of a bar room,
used to pull me like a magnet to steel,
I'd stop on my way, at the end of the day
to numb the pain, that life made me feel.
I didn't know a new life was waiting,
'cause I was always too blind to see,
that if I gave up the bar rooms for Jesus,
I traded hell for eternity.
V2
I was a puppet attached to a bar stool,
surrounded by my so-called friends.
They'd stay for the show and they wouldn't go
unless I ran out of money to spend.
But His voice pulled me out of the darkness,
into the Light where I could finally see,
that if I gave up the bar rooms for Jesus,
I traded hell for eternity.
Bridge
They keep the lights down low in a bar room,
it's dark and you can't see their eyes.
And those lights are turned down for one reason,
because the darkness can't walk in the Light.
V/Tag
Now that old life is somewhere behind me,
but it's ghost keeps me where I should be.
And when I gave up the bar rooms for Jesus,
I traded hell for eternity,
I traded hell for eternity.