The Last Step
By John B Scott
A Christmas eve all alone
No Children's laughter heard
No presents to bring seasons joy
I'm a homeless alcoholic and I'm scared.
Yes I know nobody forced me to drink
and nobody can make me stop
All I ask is a warm dry place
I'm tired and about to drop.
Last year I had a wife and child
I watched them leave and cry
The drink had gotten the better of me
All I did for them was lie.
Do you know what it's like to be a drunk?
Your whole life controlled by drink
Always planning your next bender
Of nothing else you think.
Jesus Christ what do I do
Help this poor wretched man
Is this what you had in store for me?
Is this your punishing plan?
Is this really my lot in life
To die upon the street
Or will you send an angel to help me to my feet.
I have always been an angry soul
Even raised my fist to fight
I swear to you let me live til' morn
I will change with all my might.
I will seek the help of a caring soul
and never drink again
and use your gracious gift to me
To help others ease their pain.
A year has passed since I prayed my prayer
An angel came to me
Dressed in jeans and with tattoos
With a sandwich
and a cup of hot tea.
"If you really want to change your life
we can feed and shelter you
just don't take another drink
that's all you have to do".
Its Christmas eve and I'm clean and sober
With a sandwich and some tea
A helping hand to this poor man
For without Gods grace.. that's me.
By John B Scott
A Christmas eve all alone
No Children's laughter heard
No presents to bring seasons joy
I'm a homeless alcoholic and I'm scared.
Yes I know nobody forced me to drink
and nobody can make me stop
All I ask is a warm dry place
I'm tired and about to drop.
Last year I had a wife and child
I watched them leave and cry
The drink had gotten the better of me
All I did for them was lie.
Do you know what it's like to be a drunk?
Your whole life controlled by drink
Always planning your next bender
Of nothing else you think.
Jesus Christ what do I do
Help this poor wretched man
Is this what you had in store for me?
Is this your punishing plan?
Is this really my lot in life
To die upon the street
Or will you send an angel to help me to my feet.
I have always been an angry soul
Even raised my fist to fight
I swear to you let me live til' morn
I will change with all my might.
I will seek the help of a caring soul
and never drink again
and use your gracious gift to me
To help others ease their pain.
A year has passed since I prayed my prayer
An angel came to me
Dressed in jeans and with tattoos
With a sandwich
and a cup of hot tea.
"If you really want to change your life
we can feed and shelter you
just don't take another drink
that's all you have to do".
Its Christmas eve and I'm clean and sober
With a sandwich and some tea
A helping hand to this poor man
For without Gods grace.. that's me.
