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;)
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