The Children

Leave me the hell alone she cries Inside her aching head I've had much more than I can take Sometimes I feel I'm dead Oh shepherd don't your flock forsake Alone on Calvarys Hill How much can a body take When your mind has had its fill A light so bright and hopeful A picture perfect birth A world of wonder, laid before This seedling of the earth To nurture's but a wistful dream A momentary lapse A father wrapped up in himself A mom lost in her past Can harm I do while wishing The Angels gentle hands Embrace this failing empty shell This web of empty strands A love of love itself it seems Of passion and desire Turns Sailors into monsters And Mothers into liars What makes a wonder wonderful What makes a blessing blessed 'Tis you alone we come to know When not so self- obsessed Lord, help us not to lose your light And wallow in the dirt And help instead to nurture All we're given at our birth A wish alone can guide us If truth is what we seek Protect the weak and hungry The burdened and the meek Lord, make me strong enough to show The children in my care Their path is guided by your light Their Souls are in your care