Please Lord,
I'm coming to you in prayer, my life it's taking over, all odds are stacked against me, slim chance of getting sober. In shambles Lord I pray, in need of brighter days, guide me through this mayhem, show me a better way.
As the substance is taking over, so resistant Lord I try, with life in the gutter, sorry for all the lies. Will you please forgive me, I need relief from this pain, living with inner poverty, this life a total shame.
Mind spinning from the chaos, does it ever end, I know this makes it better, a point my only friend. I pray I make it out or even through the day, please pull me to my feet, no pleasant place to stay.
Now with laces tied, with a view pointed up, rebuilding in my faith, refilling of my cup. Now Lord i hold you first, in a life so obscene, sheltered from my demons, as I awaken from a dream.
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