The Light

There was a woman, her face streaked with tears.
Crying over her life, and all the lost years.
The crutch she had clung to was letting her down.
It no longer held her, she started to drown.
The bottle beside her, the drugs in her veins, laughing, mocking, driving her insane.
The darkness closed in as she vowed once again, "This powerfull obsession I will overcome!"
Then sighed in defeat, 'cause temptation always won.
What could she do, where could she go?
Was there still hope?
She didn't think so.
On her knees she fell in despair.
Then quietly said this humble prayer;

"God, I can't do this on my own. I've tried and tried but my strength is gone.
Addiction has me bound in chains,
no longer can I stand this pain.
I'd rather die than spend one more day, drinking and drugging,
with the price I pay.
So if you're listening,
my plea you hear.
Please give me a sign, one that's clear."

In the darkness, a pinpoint of light.
Her eyes tried to focus as it grew so bright.
Through this light a hand appeared.
And a heavenly voice said,

"Child, I am here!
For this cry of help I've had to wait.
I'd started to fear it'd be too late.
This road you've been taking, I don't condone.
But, through my blood, you've been atoned.
So turn your back, walk away from this sin.
A new path of hope, you'll follow then.
For I'll put people in your life each day, to help you, guide you, down this narrow way.
But, in this journey you must do your part.
And, from my grace, do not depart.
You must stand in faith and face your fears.
Child, know in your heart,
I'm always near."

Then softly his hand
wiped away all her tears.