My Father's Sights

Day after day I fearfully and soulfully prayed. For God to keep me away from the bottle each day. Day after day I charted in my diary each agonizing page, of sorrows, hurt and rage. Where I thought I was drinking my woes away. Only to face them again and again, when I'd wake. Again and again I left my books written of mistakes. Till God finally really woke me one day. When I'd almost drank my life away. He asked me if I was done leaving this destructive path? Are you going to grow deeper in death? , and lose all that you have? Or are you going to give life another chance? He showed me all the pain I would inflict. If I left the world like this. And I felt every word pierce, and stick. As over and over the visions did replay and hit. And he left me with myself to reflect, my choices to come yet. Family, love, life, or bring them death. You'd think I'd of quit right away. But, still though I struggled just the same, still though, I desperately prayed. Still hiding in my guilt and shame. Until the night, that phone call came. My father's life now, may fade. But, I was too drunk to see straight. And I couldn't be there to offer my hand, for my father to take. I felt my heart, I felt the stake. My father lived that night. Thanks be to God, Thanks be to Christ. From the next morning on, I truly chose family, love, and life. And understood what it meant. From the next morning on, I wanted to be sober in God, in family, and in my father's sights.