In the ER chairs
as the sun gave up the day,
Pop held on to Ina,
and yet she slipped away.
Oh Louise, help him please.
Later, in a frenzy,
he broke and lost his way.
Pop could not see Jesus
amid his world's decay.
But there's Louise, on her knees.
Another night in Harlem,
another heart brought down.
If you listened for compassion,
you'd hardly hear a sound.
Oh Louise, help him please.
Just make it to the daylight.
Pop, just make it home.
If you shut out all the world,
you are bound to be alone.
Savior please, she's on her knees.
A brick house in the Bronx
became a kind of haven.
Pop found a place
for a soul's quiet saving.
And Louise gave him keys.
A child for every season
had his heart swell
and lent loving relief
to Louise as well.
Oh Louise, Ina's pleased.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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