Bottled Misery
There was a time when I was young and had no place to go
burnt every bridge I crossed, never going with the flow
found myself all alone, a place of misery
Drinking till blackness came, that’s when I felt I was free
Had a hard time understanding who the hell I was
My answer to every question why, was always “just because “
Freedom in a bottle, eating at my brain
Living just to die, in a world I thought insane
Waking from the darkness, with pain and deep, deep fear
Consumed by dread, walking dead, wishing the end was near
Heard a voice in my head reciting words of grace
Come follow me there’s a better way, to live in this here place
Looked around for my crutch, nowhere to be found
Tremors shook me to the bone, and threw me to the ground
Felt the end was here at last, knocking on my door
That was fine with me, I couldn’t take no more
In total desperation I cried out to The Lord
If you’re out there and real Jesus, kill me with your sword
That was the beginning, for I was born again
Into a place of hope and love, yes that’s when life began
He lifted me to my feet, and His love then sheltered me
My guilt and fear were gone, and I was finally free
The bottom of a bottle, only adds to misery
Jesus is the only place, to find true liberty
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