Twixt home and market place
I wear a worried face
They are not buying into me
For my skills not willing to pay any fee
The world economy went upside down
Leaving all with a semipermanent frown
Unprepared I retreat into a dark recess
I wait for the promised deliverance process
My sins I must confess
Belief in my Lord and Saviour I must profess
My life to Him, I return
A prodigal son He will not spurn