Stress stressin you out; run to the pack
Did it take away the anxiety attack?
Long week, bills due; run to the bar
Did alcohol wash away money due on the car?
Pain comes peircing your heart; run to the pill
Who’s in charge? Where is your will?
Boss riding your back; run to the pot
You’re late again, pink slip is all you got
No job, no money, all day pain
With a handful of addictions to sustain
Eviction notice and no where to go…
Run to the streets; now your problems grow
Head hanging down low, sober feels too strange
Your sign reads “Can you spare some change?”
Where can you run now wayward son?
Two options left when it’s all said and done
Pick the One that gives you life
Pick the One that can end all strife
It’s never too late to turn to Him
He won’t hold a grudge against your sin
He’ll pick you up, put you back on you feet
He will get you off the dirty street
He will wash you white as snow
Until peace and joy is all you know