Tortured Soul
By Debbie J Brashears
As these walls close in
I am reminded of all my sin.
This one and that one so close together.
It seems the memory lasts forever.
As I take one more drink
I can't help but stop to think.
One more sin has not been forgiven.
Oh, how can I keep on living?!
The thoughts run through me like thin wine..
Oh how good it feels - like Heaven devine!
The end is creeping up so near
As I hold this glass tighter - I do not fear.
As I look to the Heavens above
I beg for his mercy and everlasting love.
As I fall straight to my knees
I cry and beg, God Almighty PLEASE!
Save my soul from the pittyless sand
That falls in the hour glass you hold in your hand.
Spare me my lashes and correct me.
Open my eyes and let me see.
My sorrow and sin I have caused onto others.
Like that of my sisters and brothers.
Help me change that which I did wrong
So my life could be prolonged
Please dear God, Father in Heaven!
I beg to you on this hour of seven.
Teach me right from wrong.
Make me see that I do belong!
