The Struggle

Well, he woke up this morning
 To an angel in his bed
 There was a devil in the bottle
 That he was holding in his hand
 With his 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 anymore
 You see this bottle, it's been my only friend
 But here I am
 My heart to You I give
 Father, can You take away these tears?"
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 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
 And then she notices the Bible in a hotel by her bed
 She says, "I am weary I am worn
 And I can't take it anymore
 You see this bottle, it's been my only friend
 But here I am
 My heart to You I give
 Oh, Father, can You wash away these sins?"
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 But 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
 Oh, was a life they never knew
 Until they followed You