If I Should Die Before I Wake

If I should die 
Before I wake,
The Lord shall find
No soul to take.

For my poor soul
Already gone,
It's life and purpose
Long withdrawn. 

You see I gave it
To a man,
Who took it 
In his heavy hands.

With which I thought 
He'd clasp in prayer,
But used them both
To strip and tear.

My poor soul lay
There on the floor,
I had that one
I have no more.

I watched as he
Clenched up his fist,
With his sharp tongue
His prayers did twist.

This man I loved
So very much,
Proved to have 
No gentle touch.

I wish I'd die
Before I wake,
So that I'd have
A soul to take.

Perhaps it could've 
Been some use,
If Lord had taken it
Before the abuse.