They're all saints in the making
Born into despair
Wandering in a thickened forest
Searching for realities
Am I to lead them out?
Am I to guide the way?
Who assigned me here?
One so lost himself
Designated to lead the flock
Into a future that's so uncertain
Possibilities abound
A question always posed
A felon waiting to grow up?
Not on my watch


Prayer for the future