A Lonely Child

Back unto the past I went,
a lonely child in suff'ring torment
standing 'pon the shores of pain
stranded, abandon'd, detach'd from ways
which lit my life in ecstasy;
'twas lonely love – and only me.
Though anguish taught my heart to pray,
my spirit spoke one word: "Betrayed!"
My spirit, crushed and crumpled, fell
and damn'd me mis'rably to hell;
I had no place could call my own
but those which left me all alone
in cuddled corners, my hidden home
in darkness – walls 'gainst flesh and bones.
Then in the light of life's new dawn
the sun of righteousness rose to warm
my frozen blood – Potential Fountain
flowing from the sacred mountain
lined with angels singing sweetly
in their prose to come entreat me
love not sorrow, naught but Soul Child;
those were words which sung me wild:
"Come, sweet Child, and leave this place.
Look! I love you and wipe your face
of endless tears; forgive your pain:
'twas not thy fault thine heart was twain.
These grim scenes old hath crafted you a heart of stone.
I banish these things! Receive now, Child, this heart of gold!"