"A New Hope, A New Dream"
The drunk man sat, on a park bench
Holding a whiskey bottle, loosely in hand
Saluting everyone that passed him by
Then yelling . . . "Isn't Life Grand?"
He got himself up, and staggered
Slowly, along the city street . . .
Talking to himself, as he went
I couldn't help but wonder, why
On self destruction, he was "Hell bent"
I wonder, does he know
That there is a God
He can call on, to help show the way
A God who will help him
Clean up. . .his life
Guiding him, day after day
People like him, have a lonely heart
Or maybe lacking, in self esteem
But. . .If he would ask
God would surely hear
Placing in him . . . .
A new hope, or a new dream
Let us keep these kind in prayer
For like children, that don't know
Jesus is waiting, He's always there
Watching, wherever they might go!
Copyright 1998 Judith Johnson Kypta
Revised 2008
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