Written To Pastor Deborah Who Was Known As Pastor Jan At The Time
Written By One’s Of Pastor Deborah’s Spiritual Son’s From A Florida Prison, Washington Correctional Institution
Chipley, Florida
Used With Permission of Writer
May 2003
Day After Day
Through The Mist Of Time
With No Purpose, No Reason Or Rhyme
My Lonely Life Dragged On
Loneliness Drove Me Ever Onward
With No Meaning Or Zest
Desiring Only The Contentment And Happiness I Saw
On The Faces Of All The Rest
Alas, Escapism I Sought –
Ever The Agony Meandering Through The Void
Substance Indulged Brought Fleeting Relief
At The Cost Of My Will Destroyed
Surreal Became My Life
And I
A Mere Spectator Of The Hellish Strife
A Spree Of Evil Acts Ensued
To Fuel The Darkness Of The Drug I Used
Sanity Was Lost, My Mind And Body Tormented
Cocaine In My Veins Steeped And Fermented
No Longer Living For This Life
My Soul Spun Ever Downward Into Hell
Addiction Controlled My Every Action
My Stolen Morals For Crack I’d Sell
Until Finally,
I Could No Longer Outrun Law and Society
My Drug Induced Spiritless Corpse
Was Not So High Or Mighty
So Fierce And Harsh My Crash
Conscious Life I No Longer Wanted
Death Seemed More Favorable
To A Future So Haunted
Suicide And Desolation Seemed My Only Means
My Escape Found Only In Sleep Within My Dreams
Then One Day A Subtle Change Occurred
An Act Of Kindness And Just A Few Words
Now You Must Be Wondering What Those Words Could Be
So Simple These Words, They Were Only Three
God Bless You!
These Three Simple Words
Changed My Life Forever
On A New Plane Of Existence
I Began To Endeavor
Through Fellowship And Camaraderie
I’m Taking Twelve-Steps To Recover
By Turning My Will Over To God
I’ve Found Serenity In Sobriety
Easy Does It
One Day At A Time
I’ve Let Go And Let God
Soberly Now, Enjoining Just Living
I Walk A Straight Line
With Purpose, Reason And Rhyme