Sparrows Way

Dark and sinister smiles

Beckon along unmerciful miles

Oh, how they light up sparrow’s way

a place where old gray men, indulge in gin.

and broken soldiers forgotten by time…pray.

For there are so few to care, and so little is known,

About these unfortunates, who call sparrow’s way…their home

Yet, how could just one sinister smile lead them so very wrong,

And deliver unto them this sadness and not life’s beautiful song?

For these poor men in their weakness have sadly lost, their way,

Some from deceptive heart and some by the choices made.

Though some came by choice and others by chance,

They challenged fate and lost, and now to misery, they dance.

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However just one click up lonesome sparrows way,

Stands a beacon of hope and a place for the lost to stay.

For it shines through the darkness and gives, these souls hope,

It delivers bread for their broken body and salvation for their soul.

Every evening at six o’clock,

the parson in charge strolls down the block.

He calls and calls unto these men, to come with him

And to put away their drugs and bottles of gin.

Everyday he stands there at the mouth of sparrows way,

And beckons these men to come with him this day.

Yet few if any ever do, but the parson in faith still comes

in the hope of Gods grace saving just one.

Then one day right out of the blue,

When on his evening call, he not only got one… but two.

Now with his spirit totally renewed from this boost in faith

He gave thanks unto God and for two weeks straight, he fasted and prayed.

He prayed that there would no longer be a sparrows way,

He pleaded his cause and begged of His grace.

And then one evening when he left to make his usual six o’clock call,

He saw twenty one men leaning against the missions wall.

He smiled a little and then mouthed a prayer of thanks,

As down the street towards sparrows way, he could make out the sounds of the wrecking ball.

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           J. Allen Wilson © 2004