Oh how hard it is to turn one's steps around
I sat and I pray for this loss and pain to go away
As I see many walking astray,
Oh how this pain cuts me like 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,
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 would only walk in Jehovah’s way.

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