Written for my bestie, sister, friend on her 7th year of sobriety. So proud of her…
Actions then seemed innocent—
The fun we had was real.
Hidden deep within ourselves—
A struggle would prevail.
Our lives would take a different path—
The bond could not be broke.
For woven from the Master’s hand—
A great and mighty yoke.
We’d lost our way so many times—
The poison took its toll.
It’s grip was tight and aimed to kill—
It had a vicious goal.
But God knew best and kept us close—
His hand upon our lives.
The valley deep the mountain high—
It’s where the strong survive.
Now seven years you’ve tamed the beast—
I’ve watched you win the race.
So blessed to journey by your side—
Enveloped by His grace.