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Alcohol

ALCOHOL

When I turned twenty, I started to drink
It made me feel like a man, I think
But I found out I was mistaken
Lost in a fog that may not be shaken

For years I lived in a twilight dream
With Johnny Walker, Jack Daniel and Jim Beam
In retrospect, my friends were few
But they were alcoholics too

Like the Prodigal Son, I came to my senses
I knew it was time to start mending fences
So I entered treatment to save a career
That was quickly beginning to disappear

On the eleventh of January 1982
I quickly learned what I must do
I needed to look life full in the face
And save myself from certain disgrace

Today I tell others who are beginning to fall
You can't drown your sorrows in alcohol
Rely on God, our sovereign Creator
And you won't have to miss out later

On eternal life where you will be
In total bliss for eternity
So heed the words of a man who knows
Alcohol abuse will fill you with woes

But once you trust Jesus Christ with your life
Your days will not be filled with strife
They will be filled with one thing for certain
You'll miss hell at your final curtain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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