A poem about addiction and God`s grace

The Thorn in my Side

The mental obsession,

It won`t go away,

It won`t l let me go,

It leads me astray.

Help me o` lord, I need to be strong;

The days are so short, my nights are long.

Do for me lord what I can`t do for myself;

Put me away on some high moral shelf.

I fall on my face; I curl up and pray,

Please take it lord, please keep it at bay.

The mind is locked in, nothing else can I think;

The evil inside gives a laugh and a wink.

I have no control, there is nowhere to run.

The thorn in my side gives off heat like the sun.

I look for some answer, a proverb, a verse;

As the darkness surrounds me a prayer I rehearse.

Then finally it’s plain that release must be had;

My soul deep in sadness my addiction so bad;

My fist pounds the table, why can`t I let go?

The thorn in my side makes a prisoner my soul.

The morning sun breaks to yet one more day.

My heart drops like a rock, my senses astray.

The black hole is deep and it`s end can`t be found;

The thorn in my side, in my misery I drowned.

The darkness returns and the demonic beast;

My flesh is destroyed—my soul is its feast.

The heart is no matter my prayers go unheard;

The lord has abandoned—I scoffed at his word.

I awoke in the night to bright light rushing in;

The demons all scurried and they ran from within;

Lighting and thunder, trumpets and wind;

Angelic beings came and took all my sin.

The Lord God Almighty sits high on his throne;

He never forsakes us we are never alone.

No matter how deep or how far or how wide;

The Lord and his mercy took the thorn from my side.

© William Power (2011)