the puppetmaster
08-05-03, 08:54 AM
I had a drug problem when I was young.
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions no matter the weather.
I was drug to school every weekday.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults and teachers.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my
parents.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my
behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if
today's children had this kind of drug problem,
America might be a better place!!! -Author Unknown
I was worried, they'd influence me to conforming my views
I was only in service performing my dues of warming the pews
Silly it seemed the years I spent, clowning and pacing
Frown on my face, unaware I was building a foundation
How it'd make a believer of this underachiever
Go from needing the weed scent to believing in Jesus
I percieved this, father figure eager to scold a thug
I was in need, of a bit of a hold or a hug
Never once did he come the very second I called him
Yet when walking the ledge I felt protected from falling
Call me hypocrite, label me lost sheep or a heathan
Your taunts and rebuttals won't stop me from believing
And recieving his blessings this evening achieving simply because
Of the years I endured the tugs and struggles, i'm thankful for the " drugs "
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions no matter the weather.
I was drug to school every weekday.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to
adults and teachers.
I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my
parents.
Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my
behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are
stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin, and if
today's children had this kind of drug problem,
America might be a better place!!! -Author Unknown
I was worried, they'd influence me to conforming my views
I was only in service performing my dues of warming the pews
Silly it seemed the years I spent, clowning and pacing
Frown on my face, unaware I was building a foundation
How it'd make a believer of this underachiever
Go from needing the weed scent to believing in Jesus
I percieved this, father figure eager to scold a thug
I was in need, of a bit of a hold or a hug
Never once did he come the very second I called him
Yet when walking the ledge I felt protected from falling
Call me hypocrite, label me lost sheep or a heathan
Your taunts and rebuttals won't stop me from believing
And recieving his blessings this evening achieving simply because
Of the years I endured the tugs and struggles, i'm thankful for the " drugs "