***This story isn't about myself, but adapted from stories I've heard and realities I know to be true in scripture.

Some people can hold their liquor

My dad he couldn't

Maybe it was the long days

But man, he wouldn't

Lights on the drive way

He knew he shouldn't

The sound of glass rolling to a stop

He was gonna do it

Pop, pop he drops another

Bottle walking into our peace

"Cease please," but he started walking to me

"Cease please," my mom holding him down

just like how a clown would try to stop

A mime showing a frown.

I blink again

Walking away from another friend

A lover perhaps,

But I feel sapped of love and peace

And grease moves in my hair

My care is gone, 

I can't sleep,

These sheep only help me weep,

Man, these eternal scars run too deep

Man, these eternal scars run too deep

 

I had a vision or maybe a dream

White cream walls and ceiling

My room yet again a friendly scene

Why are the walls now red in my dreams?

Red in my thoughts

Red in my tears

But all my fears are in orange wrapped

Tic tac bars to sack

My man- my father

He's hangin back

They got him for theft 

when my knuckles were bruised

They got him again

When mom was beat with the boos

And with broken chest

And crippled heart

These red walls are my father's art

Restart---Come on Ma' 

Let's paint em again

Dad is coming home soon

Let's surprise him then

She winces then at my cans the heap

and says, "I have scars son and the valleys are too deep,

I have scars son and the valley are too deep."

 

One day

Walking down the street 

I saw this man I did not intend to meet

He told me a story

It sounded sweet

Empty tomb with only a sheet

One word though set me off

He said that if I prefered to come to God

He would be my father 

Some people can hold their liquor

My dad he couldn't

Maybe God would be like my dad

But to risk it,

Man I wouldn't

Mom died that day

And the pain of loss was different then

The knives and fists my father insisted 

In his drunken bliss

A heavenly father

Must be all the same

Beating every mom and dame

That came his way

I told the man as his voicemail went beep

"I can't come to God- these scars are too deep

I can't come to God- these scars are too deep?"

 

At the funeral a man spoke again

But of a Son

Loved of the Father

Given for man

That Father was like mine

Except in love

He transcended space and time 

from above

My thoughts were heavy 

Hanging on the reality of God's wrath 

Stored in levy

Eternal life

Because of his Son's death

But with breath He breathed again

Resurrected cleft

My heart was washed

I beleived

Salvation was my song

Until I took my eternal leave

I blink again

With all the riches of heaven

But with Jesus Christ

The great Shepherd of the sheep

I see His eternal scars as they run deep

I see His eternal scars as they run deep.