August 1986

childhood missed

innocence transgressed

the path I’ve chosen

who else could have guessed

all things come together for

God’s glory

God’s glory!

why then do I weep

if God would be served through me

surely I would dance

yet here I sit

morose

who am I

what I’ve been

and will be

oh God help me!

if ever you’ve helped before

there’s a spark within

Lord, fan it

cause it grow

so light may shine again

where death doth blow