Where do you go at the end of a long, dreary day? The local pub to drink your worries and cares away.
With swollen, throbbing feet you march out your path. Thinking the warmth down your throat will quiet the wrath.
Where do you go at the end of a disappointing, failure of a day? The pharmacy line, holding your empty bottle in dismay.
With a gnawing in your gut that won’t stay quiet. Feeding the monster before it starts another riot.
Where do you go after a lying, cheating kind of day? The casino stool, your paycheck ready to give away.
With anticipation that luck is about to turn. But inevitably once again you’ll feel the burn…
A needle, an x-movie, a large meal or an unaffordable shopping spree. No matter the vice, no matter to what degree, they all keep you from being free.
Where can you go at the end of a line of wrong decisions? Go to the heart surgeon Who can make His first incision.
Run to Someone instead of something. And experience the joy His love can bring!
There is therefore now no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.