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I took the bottle (not the wine)

And used it for display,

Never realizing when

The substitute was made.

I quit communicating with

The One for whom I worked.

Too busy doing things for Him

To see His love I shirked.

I somewhere started laboring

On impressions that I made,

Until the laws and statutes

In the background seemed to fade.

I worked so hard to show my peers

That I was worth their love,

That unknowingly THEIR prominence

Took place of HIM above.

I started out so drunk on wine

That I walked and talked His name.

I didn't give a fig who cared

And all men were the same.

I had no scars for every dart

Just bounced right off my shield.

It didn't matter who thought what,

My destiny was sealed.

And every day was some new thrill

As I talked with my sweet King.

No problem mattered very long,

For God fixed everything.

I MUST get back to that bles't place.

I need its sweet release.

The map I have; I'm waiting now

For guidance on my knees.