Beloved
To my utter shame
I follow you
I can't condone
The things you do
I want to save
And rescue you
But you can't repent
Your heart's untrue
Oh sweet babe
Once you were good
You learned to dance
The way you should
Your father hit
Your mother cried
And half your heart
Sickened and died
I am here
To minister to you
Oh my dear
I love you too
I'll not forsake
My wounded man
But cherish you
God's beautiful plan
I'll cherish you
Beloved man
Copyright © Cheryl Johnstone | Year Posted 2006
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