The Struggle

He woke up this morning to an angel in his bed

There was a devil in the bottle he was holding in his hand

With head still full of whiskey and his eyes now full of tears

He dusted off a Bible that he hadn't read in years

And he said: I am tired, I am torn

And I can't take it any more

You see this bottle has been my only friend

But here I am, my heart to You I give

Oh, Father, can You take away these tears?

She struggles with addiction, she struggles to fit in

She takes too much mеdication to cover up her tears

Onе pill to make her happy, too many make her sad

Then she notices the Bible in the hotel by her bed

She says: I am weary I am worn

And I can't take it any more

You see this bottle has been my only friend

Here I am, my heart to You I give

Oh, Father, can You wash away these sins?

But then the Sun came out and the skies turned blue

And the pain they knew was gone

And as the old life died, a new life it was born

Oh, was a life they never knew

Until they followed You