Oh how hard it is to turn one's steps around
I sat and I pray for this lost and pain to go away
As I see many walking astray ,
Oh how this pain cuts me like a knife ,
Now one shall come and another one must go
This is a place I don't belong ,
As any other I must go on the break of dawn to
Save another soul from doing what is wrong
I must teach and lead another in to know Jehovah’s
Ways to walk ;
But in my heart I cry out for the lost sheep to find
Their way back home , and for them to know they
Are not walking alone if they just Call on his name
And Jehovah will make way ,
You can hear the lost cry out for love but they will
Never find , the whole night through no love will
Dwell and they are all cried out ;
If they can survive this long winter and let Jehovah
God delivers what needs to be taken place in their
Lives ;
One day they will get the see ''Parricide '',
The pain will go away and they will never have to see
Another sad lonely day .
If they walk in Jehovah’s way.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery