A Smoker's Prayer
Author - Unknown

SMOKER'S PRAYER

It was foolish to have started
I don't know why for sure.
I was young and fit and able
Now I only want a cure.

For this habit now it grips me
It holds me in its spell.
This smoky weed I must deny
I never liked the smell.

My lungs are full of badness,
My fingers stained and dark.
Lord, free me from this madness,
This sadness grips my heart.

Let me see a future
When the person I will be
Is a calm and healthy figure
With lungs that are "smoke-free.

And now as I look forward,
I know how well I'll feel.
As I walk a thin line onward,
In God's love and mercy I'll heal.

Autor Unknown