There are some memories I keep
That intrude on my deepest sleep
They form a wall seems made of stone
That forces me to walk alone.
Tis not what keeps me up at night,
In hours twixt darkness and the light
Which is the time I fear the most
When lonliness turns into host.
Oh for the chance once more to be
A child of faith at Jesus’ knee
Forgive me Lord, all of my sin
Hear me dear God and let me in !
Claire V. Bogdanos 