Lost Soul

The velvet morning air passes through my window, And God's golden hand Touches my shoulder..... His presence gives me energy To face my fear that waits. He will walk with me, And encourage me, I will not be afraid.....He will keep me safe And I will feel so peaceful with him At my side. Pray tell, if this were true Would I be writing in my darkened room Alone, with my lost and frightened soul........ Lynn Barany