By Michael L. Alumbaugh, © 2009
I never knew quite why I wrote this.
I remember walking down the isle of our local grocery store with the tune
running through my head and the words just came.
I suppose attending the funeral of a
church friends miscarried infant might have spurred the thought. Or perhaps it
was just my grieving the murder of the unborn in our country in the name of
convenience.
It’s sad how we speak of freedom but
then kill the innocent allowing the guilty to walk away. Well, maybe their consciences
will be tweaked if they run across this song. But for those who have lost a child,
or to those men who lost a wife through child birth, I dedicate this song to
you. May God give you peace and comfort.
A broken heart and broken dreams
On a dark and bleak December.
With broken hopes and a broken soul
And words I can’t remember.
I’m all alone it seems with nowhere to go
With my broken heart and broken dreams
And scenes from not so long ago.
She was fine and she was mine
That spring until the winter.
I praised the One and praised His Son
For the good times that He sent her.
But now I’m all alone it seems with nowhere to go
With my broken heart and broken dreams
And scenes from not so long ago.
We picked a name, the baby came.
Now our family was a threesome.
But things went wrong and now they’re gone
To leave me all a grievin’.
Now I’m all alone it seems with nowhere to go
With my broken heart and broken dreams
And scenes from not so long ago.
The time has flown, no more alone
And still without a reason.
But though they’re gone, I’ve learned a song
To praise in any season.
I’m not alone now it seems with nowhere to go
With a mending heart and growing dreams
Though the scenes aren't so long ago.
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