The Struggle

He woke up this morning to an angel in his bed
There was a devil in the bottle he was holding in his hand
With head still full of whiskey and his eyes now full of tears
He dusted off a bible that he hadn’t read in years
And he said
I am tired, I am torn and I can’t take it any more
You see this bottle has been my only friend But here I my heart to you I give
Oh Father can you take away these tears
She struggles with addiction
She struggles to fit in
She takes too much medication to cover up her tears
One pill to make her happy Too many make her sad
Then she notices the bible
In the hotel by her bed She says, «I am weary I am worn» and I can’t take it
any more
You see this bottle has been my only friend
Here I am my heart to you I give
Father can you wash away these sins
Then the sun came out and the skies turned blue and the pain they knew was gone
And as the old life died a new life it was born
It was a life they never knew
Until they followed you