Saturday

Lost Souls

This world is filled with lost souls crying out for help.
My nights are filled with their restless dreams

And their fears of being lost...
Tired lonely people with lonely hearts, waiting to be saved,
Wanting to be saved, not knowing where to turn to.
Their hungry eyes searching,

For contentment, searching for new beginnings.
Who can they turn to, they have no one;
No one to guide them, no one to care for them?
Each dawn of every new day,

From the depths of your mysterious form, which God has created,
Begin with a prayer for all lost souls.

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