To quiet the bad voice, I smoke
It will be silenced I think
Just one big inhale, a good toke
I follow it with a stiff drink
To settle my mind, fill this glass
Just one more bottle, don’t spill
I promise this is my last
To make sure, I will swallow this pill
I only do this when out of sorts
When I am feeling alone and dejected
If I can’t swallow enough I just snort
And last of all, I can always inject it
The bad voice won’t go away
No matter what substance I use
Oh the horrible things it does say
To remind me my past and accuse
Such are the stories I am told
And there is no way of convincing
That the only way out of this hole
Is to put down the shovel, stop digging
I pray that the tortured souls
Will find the One healing voice
Holy Spirit overwhelm, take control
Help them make Jesus their choice
Revelation 3:20
Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.
John 8:10-11 Then Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are your accusers? Has no one condemned you?” “No one, Lord,” she answered. “Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Now go and sin no more.”