He sits in the kitchen
on a early spring morn
contemplating
how things have gone

He feels nothing
nothing at all
can’t even rise
for the alters call

Is this how he works
the devil and his ways
stealing passion
so a man wastes away

Don’t let this happen Lord
come help him please
Show him the way to rise

Childhood delight
‘comes an old mans fright
trying to remember
yesterdays light

But yesterdays
mean nothing at all
if His fathers touch
he can’t recall

Is this how he works
the devil and his ways
stealing passion
so a man wastes away

Don’t let this happen Lord
come help him please
Show him the way to rise

His life’s too deep
for his shallow soul
all can see
he needs a hand to hold

and there on a cross
hangs Gods son to man
reaching out with healing hands

The price was paid
for all his blues
he cries in weakness
so self consumed

Don’t let this happen Lord
come help him please
Show him the way to rise

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