The Potter

I cried, "Dear Lord take my life today."
He replied, "Why break the pot when I molded the clay?"

Deep within the valley of the abyss
Where time stands still yet the river flows
I've prayed to my higher power with clenched fists
He answered and from the depths of hell I rose

Riddled with confusion consumed by a dark desire
Yet I followed and listened and he lifted me higher
Where flocks of ravens and crows surround me
I fly a falcon and master this mystery of misery
Memories of pain, the flashbacks are real
Patience acquired I've learned time will heal
The weed, coke, and needle consumed my soul
Illusions provided by addiction nothing but a loss of control
Scared of tomorrow So I'll face today
Each passing moment I pray and pray
Don't let me fall in the shadows of the night
In the realm of darkness I see the light
I pray, "Thank you Lord for saving my life today."
He replied, "Why break the pot when I molded the clay?"