I was next to hopeless
Had God just let him go
And all my prayers and holy airs
Just fanned his fires so
His house was full of idols
And licence without shame
And every chance he had
He took to smear Jehovah's name.
But times were turning hostile
An alien force drew near
And stories filled the palace
Of fury and of fear
In time those forces took him
To pace an alien cell
And left alone to grieve his lot
He faced a private hell
Where all the past rebellion
Was shown in cleansing light
And there he prayed another chance
To set the score aright
"Repentance" such a blessed word
And such a simple way
My son is now a brand new man
And serving God today.


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