Whiskey

WHISKEY
1)	Who would take away this unrest
What would make me think my best?
Something for my soul; I am desperately longing
Battle for sanity; my mind is earnestly flogging
I wanna cook something good
But all I eat is depression’s food
Trying to sleep victorious
But always waking up so notorious

Chorus:    My soul is broken but my flesh is still in line
                  Spirit so thirsty looking for a new wine
                  I wanna live a life that I know is mine
                  But all I take is whiskey so I can stay fine

2)	I heard things about the Lord’s glory
At first I thought it was just a story
Saying to myself; these fellas are just being corny
Until I walked into his sanctuary, I tell you; it wasn’t funny
It was a brand new experience
To know the worth of his essence
This is not benediction nor burning of incense
It is something I call an unexplained presence

addictionchristiandepressionenclosed rhyme

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