The grace of prayer

I have never been a writer of poet I was told to put my thoughts on paper. So I started writing my councilor said putting my thoughts on paper would help me stay clean. I am sober 140 days now, one day at a time. I hope this helps someone thanks Chase.

 

 

 

The grace of prayer.

I have lived a life of Isolation…
felt alone even in a congregation…
Fear of people places and things…
I stayed quiet so as not to be seen…
I used whiskey, rum, gin, and beer to hide my fear…
they gave false courage for a time…
but when morning came I felt only despair and grime…
on the dark side of life I have seen Love though myself un-aware…
of the feeling it brings to your soul or the songs it sings…
my dark side lives on the side of Pride….
Pride is evil for it brings false feelings anger and rage…
it has consumed me to the point I was back in a cage…
in that cell though not on my knee’s…
I prayed please end this insanity this disease…
I have the grace of a Higher Power today…
that lifts my spirit my thoughts and ways…
he brings a sense of ease to my reckless life…
and gave me Compassion to feel, wrong from right…
I once served sin but now I’m free…
I pray for Wisdom to shower my soul to be…
the thought of Peace is new you see…
not worrying what wrong is waiting for me…
Material things was my biggest fear I had to let go and let him steer…
all the material worries of what I have and what I don't…
is not important but hard to let go…
and my Lust for women and rich’s and power…
will turn to dust in that final hour…
the hour is now if you so choose…
a Higher Power will fill your shoes…
if you ask he is there Serenity awaits with only a prayer...............