Lost

How can we guide our children right When no goals end is in our sight As our faults they show on the final mile Have we turned our backs on Heavens smile Which way is up which way is down A bubble in a bottle a tear-stained clown A cork in the ocean as we stray too far Nearing journeys end with no guiding star Each time you leap for to scale that wall And the Devil smiles just to see you fall What good a parent who has lost his way A flockless sheep a wayward stray Your fall from grace was a rapid one Like a crippled crow who's race is run Never walked the line on the straight and narrow Trading chains of hope for chains of sorrow Indelible truths on a soul you've stained Does the lead you've lost beat the lead you've gained Will a veil of tears cement your fate While a rotting corpse lies in mournful state We wait to hear His words be spoken Our faith we bear our only token For a way to clear a path to open As nails to rust our crosses broken