My Father
I'm not proud of the things my father has done
Though, I am proud of the man he has become
It took him a lifetime to figure out
Drugs were the poison that kept him closed out
The devil feeds on fearful souls and my father's was
filled
with more then he knows
His children long for him as he clung to the needle
Drugs are the poison the devil uses to tear families apart
Love is the tool that the Lord uses to bring them back
together.
Copyright © Sarah Frieman | Year Posted 2008
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