Broken Jesus
At the foot of the bed
She hides in fear
To scared to make a sound
She senses his presents
Enter the room
Afraid she will be found
Young little girl
So all alone
Waiting for the familiar blow
She closes her eyes
In prayer
All she finds
A shadow
A broken Jesus
He wanders the night
Searching to find
Some food
To feed his hunger
The price he will pay
A trick down on Main
On his knees
Will pay for his supper
Life completely broken
The wages of sin
He pays to earn a living
Another night on the street
His prayer is complete
And he finds
A broken Jesus
The heart does cry out
For innocent lives
Forced fed
A life of rejection
Despite prayers that are prayed
No relief to regain
The safety
Of a life each covets
When the shadow is seen
In a prayer that is deemed
To fall on a heart that’s broken
Protection is there
For the one in despair
By the only
One broken Jesus
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