Guest Suite 503
The air is thick and balmy as it clings to tiny Bree.
Her small hands rap across the door of guest suite 503.
She walks inside, behind her mom and stepdad, his name’s Phil.
They’re proud of this discount room, the price is such a steal.
The room is small and tarnished, like it’s seen a thing or two.
A memoir of life’s toughest woes, a bank vault of who’s who’s.
The glass pane called a window is fogged up from the outside.
Perhaps it’s what’s inside the room, that it’s trying hard to hide.
It’s Christmas time, but in this room is no tree or starry light.
Instead Bree cowers & she cries as her mom and stepdad fight.
Her back against a corner, her knees pulled to her chest.
She surrenders to the fact that this day is like the rest.
Her mom yells, Phil smacks her face, beaten so is she.
Bree hides her eyes and starts to sob in guest suite 503.
Loud music rocks the doorframe in front of teenage Bree.
She walks inside and breathes the air of guest suite 503.
There’s people atop people, there’s a party going down.
It smells like weed and Daniels, the odor makes her frown.
She takes a drink from some guy, she doesn’t know his name.
She dances with him closely, it’s always just the same.
There’s girls in skirts that are so short, they’ve got nothing to hide.
The wicked moments of their youth, these people try to bide.
Another drink and then one more, until Bree cannot see.
She surrenders to this life she hates in guest suite 503.
This time her skirt is shorter still, boots up the thighs of Bree.
She bites her lip and struts inside of guest suite 503.
She shimmies free from her coat, exposing soft red lace.
More skin is shown than she would like as she takes her place.
A man walks in and smiles as he looks her up and down.
She does her best to look the part, suppressing a sad frown.
It’s the oldest profession in the book, at least that’s what they say.
Bree does her work into the night, regretting it come day.
At twenty-four this isn’t where she thought that she would be.
Kissing a man she doesn’t know, in guest suite 503.
Life’s been hard, and she’s still young, but broken woe is Bree.
This time alone, she starts to cry in guest suite 503.
Thinking back upon her life, the drugs and booze and men.
Her life has been a complex web of hardships, fear and sin.
Her family fights, her spirit shrinks, her body’s not her own.
Her happiness has gone away with each day that she’s grown.
It’s winter yet again, and the windows fog once more.
Bree wonders if this wicked suite has a running score.
A score of those who’ve closed their eyes, and finally given up.
She grabs the pills and swallows hard, tossing back her booze-filled cup.
Her eyes grow dim and her breath slows, weakened oh is Bree.
She wants to leave this world behind in guest suite 503.
With pounding pain, a blinding light awakens battered Bree.
She overdosed on Hydros in guest suite 503.
She tastes the salty flavor of a teardrop rolling slow.
It didn’t work and she’s still here, that much does she know.
A tender hand reaches out and she looks to see a man.
This time though he’s fully dressed, he says his name is Dan.
He’s dressed in jeans, a shirt, a coat, a cross hangs from his neck.
“Hi there, Bree, I’ve come by to chat for just a sec.”
He says he’s from a church uptown, a pastor so is he.
He looks into the deadened eyes of worn and weary Bree.
She listens as he tells her about Jesus Christ, the Son.
He tells her there is reconcile for everything she’s done.
He tells her Jesus died a death for every sinful soul.
She wonders if this Christ is what could fill the gaping hole.
A hole inside her heart that she’s filled with sex and sin.
It’s God who has the power, He can heal her from within.
She starts to sob and prays and prays, for God to set her free.
“Forgive me for the sins I’ve done in guest suite 503.”
Five years have passed and God has changed the life of Christian Bree.
She hasn’t set another foot into guest suite 503.
Remember Dan, the pastor man, who spoke to her of Christ?
It’s been four years alongside him, that Bree’s had quite a life.
What started as a friendship, led to fellowship and love.
Bree truly feels like he’s her angel, sent from up above.
Dan found her at her lowest and loved her to her best.
But Bree knows beyond a doubt, that God’s behind the rest.
A second chance to experience the things that she has missed.
Bree now knows what it truly feels like to be kissed.
Not by someone who is paying you, for something fake and cheap.
But by someone who adores your heart and loves you a whole heap.
There’s no more pain, no drugs, no fear, no wickedness in Bree.
She’s finally escaped her life in guest suite 503.
She’s thirty now and happy still, so in love is Bree.
Once again she steps inside guest suite 503.
This one is small but beautiful, not as cramped or stained or dim.
She rounds a corner in the suite, and that’s where she finds him.
Pastor Dan, her one true love, apart from God on high.
He’s kneeling upon roses, in candlelight she cries.
“Bree, you’ve had it rough, but thank God I found you dear.”
“You saved me from my loneliness and I saved you from your fear.”
“I’ve loved you for a while now, and I’ll love you evermore.”
“Please be my wife, now until we reach the shore.”
“The golden shores of Heaven, where God is waiting now.”
“He’ll wait until death do us part, once we make the vow.”
“Life with you is all I need, say yes and be my wife.”
“And if you do, I promise Dear, we’ll build a perfect life.”
She falls upon her knees, her dress pooling to her side.
“Daniel Connor Thompson, I can’t wait to be your bride.”
In this moment of love and life, clarity found Bree.
God had truly saved her life, in guest suite 503.