Wicked Old Drunk
I came to your church because God led me there.
I gave my life to Him, to serve his Kingdom.
My life and soul He graciously chose to spare,
From violent drunken despair, He gave freedom.
He can use my past to help, because I care.
But, to you and your cliq, I have no wisdom.
"How could our God use a wicked old drunk.
Your past turns every word you say into junk."
For the "more than you thought" contest
Copyright © Christopher Bunton | Year Posted 2012
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