Why Must I Cry

I come to the garden along, while the dew is still fresh on the meadows. Early in the morning do the bird's sing praises of roses and peddles. I cry, because there is no refuge finally from the pain. Yet long ago, a child was born, to become king, and yes there is hope, just for believing in his name. Where is this King! when I'm hurting and alone? He's just a prayer away, don't give up, for he's Alpha and Omega, which means, just be strong!. So they sent me to a place, to turn my life around. I cry, be- cause, I am somebody no longer am I bound. Now I know that Jesus is my refuge and no more drugs is there for I. Thank you Lord, for the method, that's "Why Must I Cry".