Sunday, January 11, 2009

redeemed by the bottle

It's finally empty
Looking down, he sees no more left to drown
Nothing but a glass bottle; his worst fears come spiralling down
What of the money; what of his face
What of his family, he'll be a disgrace
"Oh God, what now?"

How can Great God let us fall?
How can Great God let us fall?
He wears his knees but his face still bruises
From life's pummeling and beating, choice he did not choose
Despair setting in
Faith is meager now
In frustration and rage he slams the bottle down
No alcohol spills, no drunken brawl ensues
Just shattered pieces of a life once pursued
Just shattered pieces reflect a forgotten lamb
Just broken pieces and a broken man

But from the shades, the sun peaks through
And reaches the broken glass, the bottle strewn
It reflects and refracts, a beautiful array
The sun transforms the broken to a glorious display
The Son transforms the broken to a glorious display