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 deep
within my heart
It felt like I was being cut by a knife
No one shall come
and another one must go
this is a place I don't belong
like 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 in my heart I cry out
for the lost sheep to find
their way back home
for them to know they
Are not walking alone
if they just Call on his name
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 there
lives  one day they
will get to see ''Parricide '',
the pain will go away
they will never have to see
another sad lonely day
If they walk in Jehovah's way.

Judy Emery © 1983
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Judy Emery