BLAME IT ON THE BOOZE

I once knew a man who was married to the bar
Every evening there he nursed his emotional scar
Wife & kids had crossed over when he was driving the jaguar
He’d only heard the screeches; then they were charred
Oh! His beautiful life, the booze had marred
The tears were unseen, but were never far
Since...he never ceased to put the blame on him
And even when he confessed, could not believe
He would ever be forgiven
Until this beautiful even’
Someone pulled up a stool besides him
An old man, agile but thin
His eyes shone like a sunbeam
His words were more beautiful than any romantic film
He told a story of how he was once a High Priest
But wronged God and made the most high displeased
Said he was always accused by the beast
In addition, every attempt he made to connect met a guilt feast
Then he saw the Lord rebuke Satan; immediately, the taunts ceased
The Lord called him, “a pure brand”
“undefiled and worthy to stand
Before God’s throne”...and
He was robed in glowing gowns without remand
Joshua was the name of this old agile man
He told our bar friend that he had met his family
That they were having fun in heaven’s charity
& wished daddy could embrace their forgiveness happily
They wanted him happy not depressed & dressed shabbily
Cos God had forgiven him totally
Joshua told him to quit struggling
With the pain...that confessing Christ had made him free completely
“Don’t blame it on you, blame it on the booze
And anytime the devil comes to accuse
Tell him you are not guilty, it was just the booze
Righteousness comes simply because we choose
Jesus as our Lord, & get the Holy spirit infused
In us...All sins in the past, present & our futures
Have been paid for, we are no longer debtors
Even though we were once murderers & fornicators
We have been made pure”
After these words
Joshua disappeared even as he appeared
Then our friend rose from his favourite stool & the angels cheered
He would be gone forever from here
Never to be seen or heard
He had accepted forgiveness & righteousness
...Righteousness is a gift, not deserved, not earned
by your works...once gotten, you are...only keep it in your consciousness