I remember not long ago my thoughts were filled with self destruction, but I knew it as GOOD TIMES.
Good times, rolled up tight as I hid from myself. Put the blanket of fear around my wealth.
The pleasure in hiding from pain turned to self pity and disgust as the smoke cleared…
I loved it! Did it love me back, as my daughter’s words fell on distorted ears?
Good times, bottled and poured out over ice, as I put on my mask…
Drowning my wisdom, sippin’ new regrets by the glass.
Oh so sweet the dizzying flavor that became bitter…
Waking in strange arms again painfully sweating out the night’s gin and sin,
What could be better?
As my wife’s lonely angry call steers me home.
Good Times? Says Who?
Says the child… hurt from so many early broken trusts that he is done giving up that part of himself.
Says the teen… drained from steering through a wet wicked world and trying unsuccessfully to stay dry.
Says the man…dying for a break from keeping his faults in check and always doing the right thing.
Says the broken spirit…that has heard too many times that they have failed again.
God Says…You are beautiful and He wants you to come to him the way you are. He wants you to love yourself like he does, despite your faults and rebelling spirit.
God Says…He can hold you tighter than anything you could roll. He won’t take advantage of your trusting embrace. He will destroy what you know as ugly and erase your disgrace. Your plea cried out to him, know that he can hear it
God Says…He knew you before you were in the womb. Put away the mask Halloween was YESTERDAY You can’t hide from God. His eye is on the sparrow, but You are his prize possession. He will never leave you alone.
God Says…Don’t drown your wisdom. Wisdom is supreme, a shelter; it’s sweet to your soul. Wisdom is sweeter than the flavor your lips want to hold. Can’t you hear the Lord calling you home?
Good Times is what the Lord offers you, eternally, with NO COVER CHARGE
You said,“Gimme the light?” His light can get you higher than the heavenly stars.
Get drunk on his grace and mercy without the hangover.
Gettin’ tipsy on his blessings but still happy and sober.
You’ve quit so many things before.
Why is this so hard?
‘Cause it’s scary admitting no control,
but worse living in the dark.
It’s hard to trust again I know,
but the Lord makes no mistakes.
He died for you, so you could live.
Don’t let Good Times go to waste.