You've prayed him through every relapse. Quietly, you've begun to wonder.
You prayed at his crib. You prayed at his bedside in detox. You prayed through the late-night calls and the third rehab and every relapse since. Years of the same prayer, and from where you stand the hole is still there. So the quiet question creeps in. Is anyone listening?
Here is what those years of prayer were never missing: faithfulness. You did your part and you never once stopped. Rehab treated the addiction but never the hole underneath, and he never had a seed he could hold each morning. Your prayers were the soil. He simply never had something of his own.
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Prayed at his crib, prayed at his bedside in detox
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The same prayer, every morning, through every relapse
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Three rehabs, and still that empty place
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Years of treating the addiction, never the hole underneath