She walks upon a midnight dreary, as
Lost spirits wail in tortured agony,
And join in waiting; yes, The Reaper has
Captured all her hope’s ability.
There’d been a time when none would dare, you see,
To challenge her strong faith in God and prayer,
But life’s dark turns led to apostasy
As, slow, she drifted from His love and care.
She wishes on a star and in night’s air
Asks God to claim or send her soul to Hell;
How tired she’s grown of life’s hard wear and tear.
But that small, still voice says He still loves her well,
Even though from God she’d been away,
She knows He holds for her another day.
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