"God...I am blind...I cannot see."
"I know that, my son. Why tell me?"

"When I hurt myself, with the wrong things that I do.
"You said I could come home, crying to you."

"First, my son, come give me a hug.
Then confess of your trash you've swept under your rug."

"I repent, my Lord, and nevertheless. I did wrong.
I surrender...I confess."

"I believe you...I see that you do. And now my, son,
What can I do for you?"

"There is a woman, who has come into my life."
"Tell me about this woman? Is she your wife?"

"No. She is just my friend."
"Are you two friend to friend? Or do you just pretend.?"

"I believe we are friend to friend."
"How does she feel, is her friendship toward you real?"

"That's why I came to you, Lord.
To ask is our friendship on one accord."

"Yes, my son...the woman likes you.
In spite of the inconsiderate things she know that you do."

"Have you asked her about her life...what she's going through?"
"Have you asked her if she's ever been harried? Whether or not she is married.?"

"NO, Sir."
"Then, GO, sir. And ask of her."

"Yes. I will, my Lord. I shall obey. This time I'll do it your way."

"You really like her, don't you, my son.
"Yes, my Lord, after all that's been said and done."

"I realize now, I don't address her the right way.
I should show regard for her feelings, and consider her day."

"AFTER, doing that, I should make it my duty,
To complement her on her charming beauty."

"My Lord....Why did you send her to me?"

"Shame on you that I have to mention,
That's the only way I could get your attention."

I knew that your care for her...you see,
would send you back home crying to me."