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Created on: February 20, 2009
My drug story
Drugs, drugs, they were everywhere,
An escape for me when I couldn't bear,
The pressures and stresses of the day,
Desperately seeking to keep them at bay.
Blinded so I couldn't see what I was doing,
The disastrous path that I was pursuing,
Were they legal or not, it did not matter,
My self control, I would continually batter.
The times I was taking drugs to be cool,
I was being such a silly childish fool,
Trying so hard for the Worlds approval,
From Gods family it assured my removal!
And if you think that I'm a goody two shoes,
Who doesn't see or know the many hues,
Of a World that is not black and white,
But has many shades between wrong and right.
Weed, Coke, K and Ecstasy,
Are no strangers to the likes of me,
They poisoned my body and muddled my mind,
To the point that the truth was impossible to find.
I tell you the truth, drugs ruined my life,
Led to all kinds of problems and strife,
Until I found myself at my lowest valley,
Did I realize the terrible hold they had on me.
Ignoring the hope of our great God,
The word to which I once gave a nod,
But do I know the blessing bestowed?
When he offered to help lighten my load?
His yoke is easy, and His burden light,
Suddenly I see how it will help my fight,
I have no need to run, escape or hide,
Now that I have Jesus standing by my side!
So now I've come to the sudden realization,
That I needed Jesus' wondrous salvation,
And now my mind is clear, my body is clean,
Not to mention my newfound self-esteem!
To his great glory, I owe it all,
For He was there to cushion my fall,
And while it still hurts, and I have pain,
It is my faith that keeps me sane.
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