The Lord Is the Head of My Home
There are those that let the bottle dictate their heart,
For unknown reasons they think it seems to make them smart.
The deeper they dive into that hooch the smarter they get,
Till they find they’re hooked and really don’t want to quit.
Then life takes on a new meaning, and it’s all about them,
And they expect everyone to pay the utmost attention to their every whim.
They seem to lose focus about why God put them here,
So they drink another six pack with the idea that this will help make it clear.
From experience I can truly speak on this story I write,
I could tell you some good war stories and how I use to lay out drunk all night.
And how when I’d come home and I’d find faults with the misses, just to cover my rear.
Now I thank God she didn’t leave me for now that would be my greatest fear.
And this is especially true to all those dads out there,
These are seeds you are planting so be careful if you care.
For what a child sees they have the right to act the same,
Love and kindness should be all they ever see, then they will have no one whom they can
point the finger of shame.
It is never to late to turn your life around and be the person God intended you to be,
And I don’t mean to be preaching I just know what God did for me.
There is nothing more heartbreaking than seeing a child behind bars because they wanted to
be like dad.
Think about it brother I’ve been there and it made me feel pretty bad.
It’s your life and you know if you’ve got a problem or not,
I knew I had a problem and I was tired of the devil being my mascot.
When I started living for Jesus I started seeing things with a different view,
A better outlook you’ll have when you realize it is not always about you.
Copyright © Ronald Bingham | Year Posted 2009
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