"What A Wretched Man!"
WHAT A WRETCHED MAN!
WHAT A WRETCHED SOUL
SO BITTER AND FORLORN
WAS HE CURSED FROM THE
DAY HE WAS BORN . . .
OH, WHAT A WRETCHED BEING
WITH MEANNESS IN HIS HEART
SPITTING OUT HURTFUL WORDS
JUST TEARING PEOPLE, APART
WRETCHED MAN THAT HE IS . . .
CURSING...WITH WORDS SO VILE
LINES ALL AROUND A SAGGING MOUTH
THAT NEVER FORMED A SMILE
YES, THAT AWFUL WRETCHED MAN
NEEDS A TOUCH FROM ABOVE
I PRAY, THE HOLY SPIRIT COME
UPON HIM . . . AND TEACH HIM HOW TO LOVE!
COPYRIGHT 2004 JUDITH JOHNSON KYPTA
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