But thou, O LORD, art a
shield for
me; ************ She sat on the bench, with
her head hanging low
Song:
"A Shield About Me" Courtesy of Quality
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and Thee 2004
my glory, and the lifter up of mine
head.
With a rose in her hand,
and softly she cried
No one cared, those
passing by just hurried on
Why am I here? I
wish long ago I had just died
Trembling, she thought of
her childhood years
Her dreams were all
shattered, she was alone
What happened, why
have things gone so wrong
Where have all my
hopes, all my ambitions gone
Alone and homeless, how
could she have imagined
One day it would be
her sitting on a park bench
Despised by the
world, rejected by those she loved
Dirty,
hair uncombed, despising her own
stench
Ashamed to look up, her
eyes had no glint of hope
Praying no one who
knew her would pass by
“Lord, what has
happened to me, I am afraid
Why can’t I just
lie down somewhere and die”
But for the grace of God,
this could be you, friend
Sitting all alone
on a bench, others passing you by
Filthy,
dejected, despised by those you once
knew
Alone and homeless, shivering in the
cold, you sigh
© 2007 Thomas E.
Kittrell