The pieces of my life
Lay scattered on the ground
Lord help me, I cried
Where have I gone wrong?
Off the narrow path
Bleeding and alone
Hardly no hope of eternity ringing in my soul
Suddenly I felt the touch of a gentle Shepherd
His staff reached me just in time
“Let’s go back to My Father’s house.” He said
There’s plenty of food and wine
He will be waiting for you with a robe of linen fine
He will hold you close and say
“My Son, the table is ready
All you have to do is come and dine”
Copyright: Mary Alice Bowels
1/13/11
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