Letter to a friend
Dear friend, this is my letter and my confession.
I'll tell you how I feel with the style of progression.
Sometimes the words I want to say are hard to find.
Know that I love you and I'll try and speak my mind.
I was there to see you cry, I was there to see you bawl.
It was hard to see you stumble, it was worse to see you fall.
You used to excel, but now you're just getting by.
It's hard to catch you, falling from heights so high.
Right and wrong could once be seen with a line of precision.
Now you can't tell the difference, the cause of blurred vision.
You used to be a sure shot, an obvious safe bet.
Now your actions like a razor cutting through your safety net.
You're back to your old ways of drinking and substance abuse.
Mistakes and bad decisions always followed with excuse.
No longer falling, you're just stuck on the ground.
You say you're not lost, but I know, you're longing to be found.
When it comes to the secrets of your heart you've locked the door.
No one can do it for you; you have to pick yourself off the floor.
It's hard to pick up the pieces when everything falls apart.
You're battered, not broken, but you're breaking my heart.
You've heard my voice, but God hear my prayer.
Nothing complicated, I won't ask you to make life fair.
I pray for your patients, I pray for your grace.
I pray that he listens and again seeks your face.
He's been hurt by loved ones, which helped in leading him astray.
May your love grab him from the things that are pulling him away.
Remind him of your forgiveness, remind him of his calling.
Lift him up once again and protect him from falling.
That was my letter and this is the end.
May God keep you, sincerely, your friend.
