I am wretched and *****
Covered in the filth of insecurity and addiction.
Constantly running
To the lies that promised me life.
Leaving me broken and bleeding
Knocked out on the floor.
This is the war
I will be fighting the rest of my life: the war of recovery.
“It is finished” rings in my ear
While a tsunami of grace washes over me.
Oh how sweet the gospel sounds to ears like mine.