A smoker’s prayer

Lord, give me the strength to just say NO!

The strength to get up and go!

I am so sick and tired and my pockets are thin

How am I gonna’ win, when I’m smoking again

The dope is no good, I keep on buying it

I must be retarded I keep on trying it

Lord, give me the strength to make the right choice

To hear and feel the wisdom of Your voice

I am tired of this road, it is a restless one

Restore to me the peace as Your son …

Forgive me …

Ernesto Vygyl (May, 2010)

 Life Story by Ernesto: Never Give Up

I was born in Los Angeles, California where all the gangs originated.  Fighting was an everyday common thing. We were taught not to back down to anyone. My older brother had joined the most dangerous gang from Lynnwood, while my  parents fearing that two other sons would join also, we moved to N.W. Tacoma, Washington.  This is when we saw snow for the first time; and seeing beautiful green trees brought us a new and happy way of life, life without helicopters, gun-shots and murders – so we thought. 

My happy childhood  took a drastic change when at the age thirteen, a thirty-three year old lady seduced me. She was a friend of my mom.  And when my mom is gone to work, she would also have men come over for pleasure. At the very young age I learned quickly what sex, money, drugs and rock and roll was all about, therefore, I had no drive to go to college.  Every party that I went to – drugs, sex, money were there. Even though, no education – I received a state job that paid good money for that time being.  I was a mail-carrier for a region Fife for twelve years and I was a bouncer at Mexican Dance on weekends.  Anything I wanted – I had.  I got bored with life. Searching for happiness, led me to a friend who introduced crack cocaine to me which took me on a twelve year express lane. I ended up in prison, had a heart attack and then homeless.  I was deceived by such happiness.  Then one day I met a lady who had barely spoken any English – she introduced me  to Jesus and had made a huge difference in my life.  Said all that – I AM A FREE MAN!!! Now I help people like myself, those who have been betrayed, broken-hearted, in denial, in pain, deceived, and in need of a Savior.  My eyes are opened now for the greater good. Allow me to help you discover the love of God as I did.. So if you or you know someone who needs help call,

253-292 8891

God’s Embassy church, Tacoma WA

Tacoma@godembassy.org

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