Crying, whimpering loud sobs full of tears;
Feeling as if he has been here too long.
Aged emotionally yet, young in years.
A victim of spiritual wickedness within an environment of hate. Locked-out, locked-in and locked-up.
Seemingly he is trapped in hell's gate.
A young man hustling to make ends meet.
Dealing, slinging, banging; whatever it takes to survive.
A lost lil soul and his maze is the street.
Chaos, confusion and drama is his labyrinth of choice;
In a world where he is counted as nothing.
Just a name in the street without even a voice.
In his world, sexual perversion, hatred and drugs are the norm.
On his eyes the scales grew.
He did'nt even know that a Savior was born.
No morals at home; no more prayer in the school.
No one to teach him the Golden Rule.
A grown-up man now, still hurting because of life.
Inside now he is crying.His spirit is broken.
He is trying so hard but, he can't get it right.
He walks the streets like a zombie. Dead man walking you could say.
Broken in spirit with a heart so contrite. Suddenly, he comes to himself and hears a voice on his way.
"If you are weary, heavy-laden and tired.
Run to me, come to me, yield to me. Harden not your heart on this day".
A saved man now, finally he has found joy & peace.
No suffering in his world now is worthy to be compared to the love of Christ. And His promises and hope that will never cease.
by Carole Noel Johnson