Poem -

When you are all Alone

When you are sitting home all alone,

with your mind completely stoned,

as you are staring into the dark unknown,

you try to call God on your cell phone

because you are looking for some answers,

what if you never get a dial tone,

or someone picks it up the other phone,

and tells you, you have the wrong number,

do you ever wonder if He is really home,

or just the figment of someone’s imagination?

When you think of Christ’s agony

as he was hanging on the crucifixion tree,

with blood pouring from his wounds,

and He cried out, β€œMy God why have you forsaken me?

Why have you left me to die in such agony?

Why have you left me to die all alone?”

Do you wonder if He really died for you and me?

Do you ever wonder how such a love could ever be?

And as you stare into the dark unknown,

and try to call God on your cell phone

because you are looking for some answers,

and you never get a dial tone,

or if someone picks it up on other end

and tells you, you have the wrong number,

do you ever wonder if He is really home,

or just the figment of someone’s imagination.

When you lay upon your death bed

with your life running through your head,

and your loved ones are gathered round

weeping crocodile tears for you,

and you know they can’t wait for you to go

off to the last picture show,

because they want to get their greedy hands

on the gold you have stashed away

in the mattress you are dying on,

and then they leave you all alone,

to stare in to the deep dark unknown,

and you try to call God on your cell phone,

because you are looking for some answers,

and you never get a dial tone,

or if someone picks it up on other end,

and tells you, you have the wrong number,

do you ever wonder if He is really home,

or just the figment of someone’s imagination?

do you ever wonder if He is really home,

or just the figment of someone’s imagination.

When you are sitting home all alone,

with your mind completely stoned,

as you are staring into the dark unknown,

you try to call God on your cell phone

because you are looking for some answers,

what if you never get a dial tone,

or someone picks it up the other phone,

and tells you, you have the wrong number,

do you ever wonder if He is really home,

or just the figment of someone’s imagination?

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