The Loser
There was a guy who was a real loser
Only because he was quite a boozer.
He'd drink and drink and drink all day
Then he'd drink the night away.
He could not keep a job because of his habit
Always blaming something else, as he drank about it.
He would talk at the bar as he was a real gab
Couldn't pay for his drinks, so they kept a tab.
After losing a job for the fourth or fifth time
He almost went into a life of crime.
He didn't know how to get out of this hole
And always seemed to be on the dole.
One night on his way to another bar
He heard some singing from a church not far.
The music enticed him for a look see
Imagine his surprise at inside there who'd be.
It was a young girl, maybe nine or ten
He hadn't seen her since he could remember when.
Her angelic face was one of the keys
With her sweet voice...brought him to his knees.
He knew at once he was being shamed
By a power so great, now only he himself could be blamed.
For there was the Lord asking him, "Why,
Did his little girl come to the church and cry?"
The quiet words that a child implored
Heard up in heaven, by the Almighty Lord.
It was that moment when grace grasped him
Shook him awake, to recognize his sin.
After that night he cleaned up his act
For with the Lord he had made a pact.
From now on, sober would he be
And his daughter again, her father would see.
For the Lord had heard the prayers of this little child
Turned to her father, making him timid and mild.
Many years went by as then these two
Once again, into a family grew.
He found a job that he worked for the next twenty years
Thanking God each night, as he fought back the tears.
So, if there is something that you need in your life
Put it in the hands of the Almighty, Who alone can calm your strife.
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