Her soul was lost, and she with it,
She hadn’t found the conduit —
To bring her near to God.
Now late at night, and all alone,
She felt the pain down to the bone —
As she wondered where is God.
Her heart was broken, she hurt inside,
Alone that night she thrashed and cried —
As she wondered where is God.
She eyed two flasks, there on the table,
Both of which had a warning label —
By now she believed there is no God.
She drank the flasks, she drank them dry,
It seems it was her quest to die —
And never to know God.
It haunts me now, it will forever,
Because I never made one endeavor —
To tell her about God.
© Dr. Phil Bryant
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