A Thanksgiving of Grace

As he sat there on the picnic table the cool crisp air blew past His life now so unstable realizing that the good times don't last Sitting there that day all alone the distant traffic passing on by Oh how his problems have grown whereas to no longer even try And as the day began to pass he reached into a pocket in his jacket Pulling out a little pipe of glass then reaching for his next crack hit He breathed out very deeply when a sudden memory came to mind So vividly the image that he'd see to all other things he was blind His hands just dropped to his side and his knees buckled a little bit Just leaning there, this grown man cried, he knew he had to quit He smashed the glass on the ground with the rest of satans drugs His fist he would pound, raging, so realizing it's one of satans thugs Thanksgiving was just a start but in his heart a new Light had shone He had to do his part in beginning with this problem he had to own But he had the Lord by His side as this was made so vividly clear There being no reason to ever hide for the Lord holds us all so very dear Ephesians 2:5 Even when we were dead in sins, hath quickened us together with Christ, (by grace ye are saved;)