Wine To Water - Poem by David Daykin
My vision was blurred, distorted.
Broken by the glass,
The drink that I was pouring was always going to be my last.
His hands came down and held me,
and I poured it all away.
He turned my wine back into water and showed me how to pray.
My body is tired and aching,
My soul it feels so weak.
The rivers of my tears,
coursing down my cheeks.
Just let me get through this and survive the longest night.
He turned my wine back into water and gave me strength to fight.
He opened my eyes and showed me love again.
He stopped my suffering and my pain.
I look into the mirror and like what I see.
Just hold and embrace him and feel this with me.
He turned my wine back into water,
Have faith and you will see.
He turned my wine back into water.
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