The Epithet of A Stranger...

The pitfalls are deep...dark and cold

Do desolate and jepardy last forevr?

Friends blame you...

Family scrutnize you

Now you're a display

A broken trophy

Dismatled and worn

Crushed under the feet of many

You have become a stranger

No longer accustomed to this world

And the world no longer sees you asfit

Now... you are ready...

For th disbelieving friends

The silent onlookers

The questionable family

You canandlethe position of being singled out

And the crowd walking ove you...

FOR YOU HAVE BECOME THE RIGHT MATERIAL FOR GOD TO USE...