Zach Williams - The Struggle

He woke up this morning to an angel in his bed
There was a devil in the bottle he was holding in his hand
With head still full of whiskey and his eyes now full of tears
He dusted off a Bible that he hadn't read in years

And he said: I am tired, I am torn
And I can't take it any more
You see this bottle has been my only friend
But here I am, my heart to You I give
Oh, Father, can You take away these tears?

She struggles with addiction, she struggles to fit in
She takes too much mеdication to cover up her tears
Onе pill to make her happy, too many make her sad
Then she notices the Bible in the hotel by her bed

She says: I am weary I am worn
And I can't take it any more
You see this bottle has been my only friend
Here I am, my heart to You I give
Oh, Father, can You wash away these sins?

But then the Sun came out and the skies turned blue
And the pain they knew was gone
And as the old life died, a new life it was born
Oh, was a life they never knew
Until they followed You