Just One More

Bottles line the shelving.
He reaches yet again
For the liquid fire
That makes apes and fools of men.

Pouring amber courage
Over several cubes of ice,
He downs it and refills the glass,
Not just once, but twice.

Demons that possess his soul
Begin to make demands,
And what he thought he could control
Is out of human hands.

The bottle's finally empty,
So he reaches for another.
He's so desperate for a drink,
He'd sell his own sweet mother.

His speech is slurred.
His eyes are blurred.
This man has met his match,
And yet he grabs another one,
And pours it down the hatch!

The more he drinks,
The more he needs.
He cannot quench his thirst.
He'll quit and finally go to bed,
But needs a "nightcap" first.

Just one more glass.
It never stops.
When will this nightmare end?
The alcohol he's drinking
Has become his only friend.

Stumbling and vomiting,
He weaves toward the hall,
And passes out, collapsing
With his head against the wall.

Is there any hope
For an addict such as he?
Is there any chance
That he could finally be set free?

Jesus Christ, the Son of God,
Could free him from his chains,
If his friends would place him
In the Hands of Him Who Reigns,
But do they care enough to pray,
Or will they shun the man
Until he kills a toddler
When he hits her with his van?

The problem cannot be ignored.
It's killing him inside.
He SWORE he'd stop with just one drink.
The problem was...
He LIED!