Drugs (2) Poem by Michael P. Johnson

It’s hard alone, to win the fight
This too is Satan’s plan
But they who seek Salvation’s Light
Will find in Christ, they can!

Opium, Pot, Heroin, Glue
Ecstasy, crack and such
There’s nothing God cannot undo
For Him no trial's too much

Addiction; is like mental rape
A simile not unreal
A cage from which there’s no escape
A need to lie and steal

Once hooked, how can it ever end?
Blinded and so deceived
In drugs, one thinks to find a friend
By whom one won’t be grieved

To fantasize, to ease the pain
The devil’s there to “push”
Drinking, smoking, filling a vein
To get the longed for “rush”

The extra edge one’s looking for
The crutch to feel secure
Dependent, craving more and more
Buy cannot find a cure

Life’s problem, just won’t go away
Through drifting puffs of smoke
Hell’s demons must be faced each day
With something more than “Coke”

If man own self; would abnegate
On Christ alone, depend
Who in God’s presence come and wait
Will see the torment end…