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Hear Her Cry

by The Rev. Theresa Jackson


Man of passion as well as of crime,
He's not the one that is doing the time.
Who stood beside him every step of the way?
Where is he now? Is he hearing her say?

“Lord help me! Where are my children? Where is my family?”
Hear her cry! “Why did I do it? He told me to lie.”

Tear stained face and she's standing alone.
How can she tell them she's not coming home?
Love so blind she made some mistakes.
Head hung low, she cries and she shakes.

“Lord help me! Where are my children? Where is my family?”
Hear her cry! “Why did I do it? He told me to lie.”

Judge looks at her, his eyes cold as steel.
Don't know how she'll get through this ordeal.
Cuffs on hands and she's taken away.
She looks up, you can hear the girl pray:

“Lord help me! Where are my children? Where is my family?”
Hear her cry! “Why did I do it? He told me to lie.”

In her cell, she's so cold and alone,
Wishing now, she was safe and at home.
Thoughts of things she wishes she'd said.
Heart so heavy, her soul cries with dread.

“Lord help me! Where are my children? Where is my family?”
Hear her cry! “Why did I do it? He told me to lie.”


© 2004 The Rev. Theresa Jackson

Theresa Jackson is a 50ish going on 29 year old lady trying desperately to figure out what to do with the rest of her life. She has lived in Sunny Fort Lauderdale, Florida all her life. She has been married four times and will NEVER pull that stunt again! Due to several tragedies in her life she has a couple of unfinished book projects and a script about these Tragedies that need to be finished. A fire recently gutted her home and took  practically everything she owned and killed the beautiful talking Cockatoo she'd had since it was a Baby! She is heartbroken, homeless, and currently living with her youngest son, Chip. She only submitted these poems as a feeler to see if anyone liked what she had to say. Their acceptance brightened her day and her attitude. She just may go forward with her projects now, and has Aphelion to thank for that.

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