Praising one he cannot see
His mind on things forgetting pleas
That were answered by Him who called
Michael my friend from grace his fall
Battles his soul will never win
Falling deeper, engulfed in sin
And as he does he loses her
His wife and son, family a blur
The walk is tough and long for all
His is no less now in a stall
Forgetting who did raise him from
A darkened life, GOD's work not done
A besieged soul I call my friend
I pray he gives an ear to lend
To CHRIST the LORD who calls again
Michael return your soul I'll mend
" Come unto me,all ye that are heavy laden and I will give you rest
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me. For I am meek and lowly
in heart and ye shall find rest unto your souls. For my yoke is
easy and my burden light. ( Matthew 11:25-30 )