Junkie Saved

Orange bottles with pretty white lids tossed

Bloodshot eyes of concern

Turned to flowered forget- me- not’s

Pickled in a habituated body

Fanatical mind hunting the Candy Man

Screaming on the inside, “Help me somebody!”

Sinking deeper in the opiate quicksand

Finding a synthetic peace

With slurred thoughts and tattered speech

Paradise always chased

Just seems a moment away

Until the pain comes rushing in and eradicates

Memories mused

Emotions confused

Silence, an enemy to the used and abused

The thought enters in…

Where I am at and where I have been?

What is my destiny?

Did I squander it away?

Do I have the pieces still within me to make it someday?

On the edge of a sleepless night

Tremors forming, nerves at their height

Sunday school songs dance the lead

To the erratic sound of my weakened heartbeat

Spinning in visions of what it could be

To hear The Lord Jesus still loves me

I am not a child

I am no longer age six

Could a Savior be real?

Would he bring me my fix?

Daunt and dismayed

Crumpled to the floor like wadded paper

Breathless words pleading

“Could there be a Savior?”

Again

“Could there be a Savior?”

Rushing words heard at heavens door

The river of healing ready to pour

The sound of His voice

Calling my name

It wasn’t Sunday

And I wasn’t insane

Eyes of shame reach to the Master

Though my limbs too drug inflamed

To give praise with alabaster

He receives my heart all the same

His love stitching the wounds

His redemption sealing my fate

His life force pumping through my veins

Healing balm covering my deep seeded scar

He pointed to the book of life, in it, written my name

He said, “This is who you are!

An embrace of the quiet, I shouted with my mind

“I want this victory you speak of all the time!”

Eyes blazing with anointed glory

Mercy streaming from his gaze

He said, “I will be with you my child

Giving you wisdom through the maze.

My love for you could never be measured

For it is too great.

Your mission can begin now, other lives are at stake

Be my hand, be my heart, sing the Jesus song

For don’t you know

I sent you there, long ago

For this day to come along."