For years my life was a contradiction.
Preaching the good book but living for addiction.
I sold my mind, my soul and myself short.
My sins building around me, an impenetrable fort.
An unholy war raging in my life every day.
If I met the Good Lord, what would I even say?
Nothing but silence, no matter how hard I tried to shout.
Water pouring in, no words getting out.
Trying to scream, my face painted with despair.
Holding my head above water, gasping for air.
Fighting to breathe, body consumed by pain.
Endlessly treading water in the middle of a hurricane.
Growing tired, my mind begged me not to stop.
But my body didn’t care, it had been through a lot.
Slowly slipping beneath a crashing wave.
Giving up all hope of being saved.
I swallowed the liquid, my lungs on fire.
My entire existence easing into desire.
The water encased me and pressed into my bones.
My world got darker. I was all alone.
I quit fighting and closed my eyes.
I had made my peace, I was ready to die.
But his hand reached for me, and pulled me back to the surface.
A voice cried out, you haven’t fulfilled your purpose.