One night while on life's raging sea it looked as if I would suffer defeat. As the blackness of night closed off the light my heart sank with fear. My desperate cry rang out with fright; all I could see was no hope in sight. With faith all but gone I met the one who came looking for me.
He came looking for me, He came looking for me. He made a way when there was no way that I could see. When I drifted so far Jesus was near to rescue my soul and calms all my fears. Now I'm safe from all harm since I met the one who came looking for me.
Satan had already picked out my grave, his plan was to foil and put me away. I'd drifted so far, would anyone care that I'd soon be lost. I knew my destruction was a matter of time but Jesus appeared and said this one is mine. Now I'm safe with no harm for he walked through the storm When he was looking for me.
Words and Music by Gerald Crabb.
He Found Me
The police handcuffed me, through me into the car, and took me to the green monster. The green monster was “The Sheriff’s Annex” in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. They made me take all my clothes off, searched me thoroughly, and placed me in a cell, a nasty green cell. I was drunk and insane again. I knew what was coming. I knew they would commit me to a mental institution but I kept fighting in my mind. I refused to surrender to God. I refused to surrender to the inevitable. I would fight to the end. I knew when I was taken to court what the judge would say, “Committed.” What was I going to do? I wanted to die. I wanted to run but there was absolutely no place to run. Thoughts, my thoughts swirling as fast a light. If only life had been different. Life had turned into one gigantic cycle of pain, mental pain, and physical pain. Now, again locked down, hopeless, helpless, and desperately looking for a way to escape. The escape I looked for was from the prison I created in my mind. Once again, I was defeated, by Satan and self. I was defeated! I, Bob Wilkerson, was defeated. What was I going to do? Years of drug abuse, crime, mental institutions, hospitals, treatment centers and jails. Which way do I turn? Is there a way out? I was going permanently insane, permanently institutionalized or die. I was tired, so tired!
This is the first paragraph in a book titled “I WILL NOT BE DEFEATED ANYMORE” By Bob Wilkerson. Jesus did come looking for me and He found me in a cell in Hattiesburg, Mississippi. I am thankful He did for me what I could not do for myself. He is looking for your right now. Where ever you are He is right there waiting for you to reach out to Him. I promise He works.
If you have never heard the song, “He Came Looking for me” by the Crabb Family you have missed a treat. It will bless you from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet.