Lord,Lord! oh pitiful me!
all alone against the world.
then a break in the clouds...yes,sanity.
as i ducked from the voice that was hurled.
"why weep you my son?" you are not all alone.
for i walk in your steps all the days.
i've a love that is warm,if you'll but to accept.
I am with you in all of your ways
i heard the voice days...i heard the voice years...
still stubborn, i walked...me,alone
then push came to shove,i turned eyes above,
and prayed,Lord,please bring me on home.
with my shackles undone,i was free then to run!
each step,shedding hatred,and fear.
then with a sigh....i started to cry...
a moment....continuous.....and clear.
