Bad Day at Black Rock
By Joan Estelle High
© Jan 2003 
I cried out for some relief but relief was not there.
My soul longed for peace; my soul held deep despair.
I could not see any hope; for my life was closing in.
His plans for my life seemed to be failing once again.
Many times I got lost, my pathway was not so clear.
If I ever dared to love, I would lose what I held dear.
Even If I ever dared to hope; or my place in life to win.
I'd pick my self up, only to be knocked down again.

Some days of happiness, where hope reined for a day.
Green oasis in life's deserts and I'd rest along the way.
At times I had a friend who helped to share the load.
Like roses in God's garden, they lined the lonely road.
Times I've been alone and the way was just to hard.
Don't want to do this again; Oh Lord I'm just so tired
Why have I been exiled  Lord, did I sin against your law?
Tell me Lord what have I done, what flaw in me you saw.

If you are looking down, I hope You look deep within.
And if I was that sinful Lord, then please forgive my sin.
I am knocking at the door, I know you hold life's key.
I will not stay another day, unless you can comfort me.
You hear a sparrow fall, A wee baby's whispered cry.
Then it's time to help me Lord, If not please tell me why.