The Drunkard
I woke up this morning, alone and cold
An empty wine bottle in my hand, I now hold
A knot in my stomach, a pain in my head
A box in the alley is my only bed
A doctor last month said, 'Soon you will die
Cirrhosis has claimed you, there's no need to cry'
He's done all he can, but still there is hope
"Lord Jesus, I need you; with this I can't cope"
A drunkard's not welcome in God's home above
But Jesus can cleanse you with His precious blood
So, if you're tired of Ol' Slewfoot and his damning wine
Just do what God says in First John One Nine
written by Ronald W. Robey (standingfirminChrist)
I woke up this morning, alone and cold
An empty wine bottle in my hand, I now hold
A knot in my stomach, a pain in my head
A box in the alley is my only bed
A doctor last month said, 'Soon you will die
Cirrhosis has claimed you, there's no need to cry'
He's done all he can, but still there is hope
"Lord Jesus, I need you; with this I can't cope"
A drunkard's not welcome in God's home above
But Jesus can cleanse you with His precious blood
So, if you're tired of Ol' Slewfoot and his damning wine
Just do what God says in First John One Nine
written by Ronald W. Robey (standingfirminChrist)