Meeting the Lord in a Bottle

Met that shadow, where the sun won’t shine,

With a bottle in my hand, it was just me and time.

Stumbling through memories, echoes of the past,

Each sip a story, but the truth never lasts.

With every drop that fell, so did my dreams,

In the haze of the night, I found strange seams.

But the lord, he came whispering under the moon,

Said, ‘Boy, you’re lost, your heart’s out of tune.’

In this smoky embrace, I searched for a sign,

Beneath the stars, I heard fate’s sweet line.

So I met the lord while a bottle was in my hand,

In the depths of despair, he made me understand.

With a toast to the night, let the burden relent,

I found grace and forgiveness, while drowning in regret.

Reflections of laughter, shadows of tears,

The bottle held secrets, buried in fears.

With each heavy pour, the night began to fade,

But the light softly whispered what the darkness betrayed.

He said, ‘Son, rise up, don’t let the night bring you low,

The road may be winding, but you will surely grow.’

In the silence of spirits, solace was found,

As the clink of the glass brought new life to the sound.

So I met the lord while a bottle was in my hand,

In the dhere the sun won’t shine,

With a bottle in my hand, it was just me and time.

Stumbling through memories, echoes of the past,

Each sip a story, but the truth never lasts.

With every drop that fell, so did my dreams,

In the haze of the night, I found strange seams.

But the lord, he came whispering under the moon,

Said, ‘Boy, you’re lost, your heart’s out of tune.’

In this smoky embrace, I searched for a sign,

Beneath the stars, I heard fate’s sweet line.

So I met the lord while a bottle was in my hand,

In the depths of despair, he made me understand.

With a toast to the night, let the burden relent,

I found grace and forgiveness, while drowning in regret.

Reflections of laughter, shadows of tears,

The bottle held secrets, buried in fears.

With each heavy pour, the night began to fade,

But the light softly whispered what the darkness betrayed.

He said, ‘Son, rise up, don’t let the night bring you low,

The road may be winding, but you will surely grow.’

In the silence of spirits, solace was found,

As the clink of the glass brought new life to the sound.

So I met the lord while a bottle was in my hand,

In the depths of despair, he made me understand.

With a toast to the night, let the burden relent,

I found grace and forgiveness, while drowning in regret.

So here’s to the lessons learned in the flame,

Each drop a reminder, never quite the same.

From the ashes of sorrow, I’ll rise once more,

With a heart open wide, I’ll walk through that door.

Met that shadow, where the sun won’t shine,

With a bottle in my hand, now my soul’s realigned.