While I was walking in the garden,
Trying my very best to unwind.
Looking at all the lovely flowers,
Hoping some comfort, I would find.

I prayed softly to God up above,
To please hear my fervent plea.
My broken heart is so much in need,
For my only son’s spirit to be free.

He is dancing again with the devil
And is not yet aware of the full price.
If he really knew what lies ahead,
He might want to think it over twice.

He always plays the blame game,
Everyone he knows is wrong.
Just give us all the strength we need,
For us who love him to be strong.

His children miss him so much,
They really need him by their side.
Not understanding what he does,
Although, I know, they have tried.

We have done our best to raise him,
With all the love we had to give.
Now we are sitting here empty,
Wondering how long he will live.

The choice of his is to live alone,
But of others he needs to be aware.
Please, God come into his heart,
Let him realize we really do care.

Please, can you change the music,
So he will finally see what is in store.
For him to stop dancing with the devil,
And give his life to you forever more.

God, I’m asking for you to save him,
Do whatever you can to get through.
Take his hand and lead him home,
On a path headed straight to you.

© Brenda Sparkman
June 16, 2005