It was on one dark and starless night, I heard and saw an awful sigh.The lightning flashed, the thunder rolled across my dark, denial soul.I saw a guff far down below, where all the dying drunkards go.I saw another weeping crowd, bloodshot eyes and voices loud.Come here young man, we'll give you room, this is the whiskey seller's dune.I started and got there at last, I thought I'd take the social class.But every time I started in, I thought about the drunkard's den.I stashed it down and left the place, I went to seek redeeming grace.I felt like Paul who once did pray, for God to wash his sins away.I started home to change my life, to see my loving neglected wife.I found her weeping o'er the bed, because our infant babe was dead.I told her not to cry or weep, our little baby had gone to sleep.It's little soul had passed away, to ring with Christ an endless day.I took her by her lily white hand, she was so weak she could not stand.I knelt her down and prayed a prayer, that God might save and bless us that.And now I live a better life, in a Christian home and a loving wife.www.circlelineartschool.com