Reaching from under the rubble, my own stinch making me sick
Glazed over eyes, grasping at straws. Dark no light Clausterphopia setting in
Life so raw, I just wanted to be buried in my sleep. Fast asleep in the deep beneathe the earth
Should I have been surprised when He whispered my name echoing through the broken dirt
Dust breaths, “yes Lord I hear you”
His voice so distant, but yes he was there hollow his voice bouncing from the ground that encased my body
My rescuer has sought me, to take my hand to free me from the rubble, alcohol no longer my idol. A faitour it was, but the good Lord has won. Imposter slithered away
The breath I breathe today is clean, crisp, and not lacking any oxygen
In my enibraition He gave me a taste of what it was like to breathe a new breath of life, my taste buds were on fire with desire of Him
He was no longer far, he was right there at my aide. I could see again, I could taste again. It was more than good!! It was His saving grace, His face
Psalm 34:8
Taste and see that the Lord is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge
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