“Wine is a mocker, strong drink is raging:Proverbs 20:1
and whoever is deceived thereby is not
He was stumbling to the tune of a
drunken state, staggering and swaying
to the music he made. Oh the power
of the bottle, hidden in secret places,
as he searched and searched to alleviate
“Alcohol is the anesthesia by which weGeorge Bernard Shaw
endure the operation of life”
Why will some for a bottle of rye be
willing to die, while some for a bottle
of gin go into the gutter again, drinking
themselves into oblivion?
No one to help this family that was torn
apart, when little children were sent
away, so small, and all do to alcohol.
“It is easier to build strong childrenFrederick Douglass
than to repair broken men”
All I know, at the end of his life, he was
swaddled in diapers, groaning in pain
with his liver inflamed. So many sores,
not even his doctor could relieve the
suffering he bore.
Oh, but what a peaceful look came upon
his face, when no longer tortured and
his pain erased.
How many follow in the footsteps of their
families on earth? But God’s quiver is
full of arrows to point His children in a
different way, than the way they were bent,
the way my father went.
“Blessed is the man whose quiver is full ofPsalm 127:5
Now I know I must put the pain and anguish
aside – but by God’s grace go I.
“For by grace are you saved trough faith;Ephesians 2:8-9
and not of yourselves: it is the gift of God,
not of works, lest any man should boast”
This is the father I loved and clung to,
for I knew no better, all children cling to
what is given to them.
Children trust no matter how theyTheir innocence is always trusting
I share these words for those who can
relate, to know it is not too late for the
Father up above, to take up the slack
that our fathers lacked.
So come along and join the band, share
the song of the drunken man, that no one
but those who have gone through this