Middle child has a name; will it ever be known?
Could fashion …actions … words… Ever bring this one Home ?
Tired eyes are looking for rest …through too many a tempting bait…
Hunger pangs roar through the night;
” I can no longer wait !!”
Down goes the life with arrows of betrayal and lies … Seems like this tale’s up…
Yet, where is the Advocate who can renew with a sip from The Cup?
This story’s not over …only time will tell if the innermost child will rise;
To stand victorious with The Savior … To lift the fallen…before the world’s eyes.