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The True Shelter

by Billy Creighton © 2020

Brick upon brick it stands as a shelter
Where men live their lives adrift with no anchor
Sad lives, sinful lives, lives almost given up
Only existing for a fix or the sparkling red cup

Lives controlled by the curse of addiction
The dark clouds offer no comfort in affliction
Motivated by compulsion hardened by desire
No release for the captive no thoughts to inspire

Lives blind without God leaving them open
To a multitude of sins which cannot be broken
In tiny rooms with a bed and no chair
Her walls filled with stories of despair

Living in a building built for such a plan
The halfway house for the degenerative man
This shelter where God is kept in his placeā€¦
outside the door as they point in His face

Yet there is a true shelter, one without compare
Who waits with His love for those in despair
Who alone can break the addictiveness of sin
And bind the Devils power within.

The shelter of the Almighty stands with His wings open
Beckoning the sad, the lonely, the broken
Who longs that we will come and bow to Him and say
"My refuge and my fortress I will trust in you this day"

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