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Snow Blinded

“All that the Father giveth me shall come to me;
and him that cometh to me I will in no wise cast out.”
John 6:37

Overkill of your mind
Numb your soul, numb it blind

Chop the cocaine oh so fine
Upon the mirror make your lines

Snort a blast up your nose
Let it drain into your soul

Feel the numbness in your face
Lick your gums to get a taste

Feel the power in your veins
On overdrive there is no pain

Like a planet spinning around
Your soul spins faster yet now you're bound

Each line you snort takes you higher
Extreme delight is your desire

From your orbit you long to break free
And then your nose begins to bleed

Between your eyes your nostrils burn
Yet you now can't stop so your habit turns

Thus you buy a pipe to cook it up
Yet once you take that hit, it’s a whole new rush

Now you feel the demon in your soul
As it twist and turns and grows and grows

You now can't live unless you soar
Yet Crack Rock is cheaper and you must have more

Thus, your habit now takes another turn
Yet the fix don't work but the need still burns

Trapped inside this never ending Hell
For that first hit rush your soul you would sell

But the magic power is all gone
You have reaped Coke death and now you're all alone

Satan has you on his hook
You played his puppet and your soul he took

Rock bottom came when you hit skid row
Yet you did not notice in your cocaine glow

Your fantasy is no longer a dream
It’s become a nightmare from which reality screams

Your eyes no longer sparkle and shine
You no longer smile because you're dead inside

Walking death you have become
But it just don't matter when you just need some

Crack has become your fatal pimp
And you have become a crack whore lost in its grip

Disease it follows naturally
As your soul begins to bleed

Death is knocking at your door
Hell is waiting next in store

Yet Jesus died for such as you
But you must repent before your life is through

Deliverance is yours to be washed clean
Yet you must confess to God your life is obscene

Yield your life and future up to Jesus Christ
Plead His precious blood to cleanse your life

His grace is yours to be made free and healed
For there is still room at the Cross for you to pray and kneel.
© 1999 Raymond Bolton Pena

“But he giveth more grace. Wherefore he saith, God resisteth the proud, but giveth grace unto the humble. Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you. Cleanse your hands, ye sinners; and purify your hearts ye double minded. Be afflicted, and mourn, and weep: let your laughter be turned to mourning, and your joy to heaviness. Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord, and he shall lift you up.” James 4:6-10

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