As I sit here and think about my life gone astray. I think of a hole
whom a child fell some way. As he first went in
,he caught a ledge with his hand, foot loosing
hold in the soft silty sand. Back to the top,
he was almost there. Like my life in
recovery, back down with a prayer.
The hole so dark, a little farther I go.
Will I reach my bottom like they said it was so? The boy fell
deeper 3 or 4 feet more . Darker and darker,
deeper to the core. A rock he catches and holds on for dear life.
Will someone please help me through all my strife ?
With a yell from above ,help on the way Maybe I'll have life for one more
day. He looses his grip and goes all the way
down. Like me I hope the bottom Is there Or is
it a ledge in life, more misery to bare? Is my pain enough, have I gone
all the way? Will the rope bring bring me up to enjoy another day?
Only God knows so I'll pray this very day. The
bottom has arrived lift me up lord for you are the only way.
