Ananias' Lament

What's that Lord? Did I hear you right?
You want me to talk to who?
Saul of Tarsus! Killer of Christians!
That self righteous Jew.
To go to him could be suicide.
It could be my death!
Us of The Way he's hunted down,
Until we're out of breath.
He scattered The Way in Jerusalem,
And he watched Stephen stoned.
The wrong that he has done us there,
It cannot be condoned.
You ask me to go to the house of Judas,
On the street called Straight,
Knowing full well that Saul is there.
I'll bet he just can't wait.
Lord, I know that you're not crazy,
But what you ask it sounds insane.
You want me to talk to Saul,
Who has caused us all this pain!
I can't claim to know you ways Lord,
But help me to understand,
Why it is that I must place,
My life in that killers hand!
If I go to him I could end up,
Behind some prisons doors!
Okay! Okay! Whatever you say!
Not my way but yours.