The bottle in a hand

I am holding my pay cheque, house contract qoute and the phone rings...
I am sobbing and my heart about to burst!
The only thing making sense is that bottle in my hand
Each sip i take is taking me a mile away from my troubles
But why do i feel this nag in my heart I am singing silently, "I bow my knee..."
The thoughts are getting louder, but the song still plays in all calmness
The bottle seems to be glued in my hand
With all the snorts and the tears, i cant even tell which is vodka now
I want to throw it away and listen to the song playing softly in my heart
My lips begin to move and start singing, "I bow my knee..."
All of a sudden the calmness overtakes the fear and uncertainty...
Then i remembered my granny's last words...
Be still and know that He is God.