"Poison Band-Aids"

"Do you think drugs,
will mend,
that aching heart?
Well I'll tell you,
my friend,
you were wrong from the start!

They are just,
poison bad-aids,
meant to keep you afraid,
and so far away,
from what should be prayed.

Poison is poison,
and now,
I call a spade a spade,
because I'm,
sick and tired,
of putting myself,
one more foot,
in my grave.

Poison is poison,
as well it should be.
It keeps the mind clouded,
those blind eyes,
cannot see,
and that make believe,
was almost,
the death of me,
but the death of my old self,
was how I became free,
so praise be,
to the old death of me!

For I am reborn,
and tranquility sits,
in these once dry bones,
because I know one day,
Jesus I'm coming Home!

Those drugs,
are just a fake, temporary fix.
Some of the devil's,
most devious tricks.
We live in a world,
of instant gratification,
so pleasurable to our flesh,
but that isn't for the best.

You have to trust the healing process,
give it to God's Most Perfect Timing,
so each day,
you can get brighter,
that light you are shining.
I feel mine coursing,
through me,
in what I am rhyming,
as I seek to spread,
faith and hope,
to every man, woman,
boy and girl.

Lord I pray,
for such a happier world,
and I know,
with You,
I can make that come true,
and slowly draw,
such a beautiful, blessed dream,
into view!"