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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Sad (07/26/07)

TITLE: The Unwanted
By Charla Diehl
08/01/07


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Absent parents from the home,
Wayward children left on their own.
Who will guide them, hold their hand?
Who will help them understand?

Their lonely hearts hold no joys
Theyíre unwanted girls and boys.
Who will fill the gaping hole
Left from anotherís sorry soul?

Evil words lace Satanís songs
Brainwashing youth to commit his wrongs,
Words of rage through headsets gain
The hearts of youth filled with pain.

Hateful words in anger said,
No remorse when one lies dead.
Senseless killing in the streets,
Sirens sound, the gangs retreat.

Heavenís tears drenched the land
I shall help them understand
He pierced the night with His voice,
"My son, my child, you have a choice."
The shivering boyís sunken eyes
Searched his shelter, paralyzed.

"It is I, raised from the tomb,
I knew you in your motherís womb.
Turn from these acts of hate and sin,
From Satanís grip and Satanís grin."

"Itís then youíll find the peace you crave.
Iíll grant you strength so youíll be brave.
I love you son, for you I died.
Oft Iíve seen the tears youíve cried."

This boy had lost his earthly dad
Too soon, too young and his mom was sad
She found a way to ease her grief
Through drugs and booze, part-time relief.
The young boy needed a place to turn,
But no one taught him, so he didnít learn
About Godís love and about Godís ways.
It was in the streets he spent his days.

His family grew to be a gang
They acted tough, they spoke in slang.
Tonight he saw a Ďbrotherí die
Because of Corruptionís deadly lies.
Scared and trembling, he stretched his hand
Grabbing hold of his Savior, the great I AM.

The boy grew and years were spent
Studying the Word and all it meant.
Then back to the streets from which he came
To help the unwanted and Godís love proclaim.

How many he helped, he never knew--
Generations perhaps, or just a few.
But when he died and was laid to rest,
His headstone said, ďHe did his best.Ē


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Sheri Gordon08/04/07
This is very good -- very touching.

"From Satanís grip and Satanís grin." That line really got me. I have never pictured satan grinning when he wins a battle. Chilling imagery.

Great job.
Verna Cole Mitchell 08/06/07
Your poem is a sad commentary on Satan's grip on our youth today. I'm glad it ends on such a happy note of a converted one returning to tell others.
Dee Yoder 08/07/07
Thanks for sharing this poem about the evil our young people face. The hope you present in the last few lines are the best part of any young person's journey.