A Penitent Fallen Girl
 

                                   I'm a poor, lonely stranger on life's dark sea,
                                   With no one to care for my soul;
                                   No father to guide me, no mother to love,
                                   While the billows of sorrow roll.

                                   Oh, you who have such a fond mother dear,
                                   And a father to guide your way:
                                   Will you help a girl who is struggling alone?
                                   For the dawn of a brighter day.

                                   I think I can hear you say one and all,
                                   "She lives a bad life, let her be;
                                   My garments are pure and I must keep them so
                                   I cannot look on such as she."

                                   Oh, thou, who did send thy dear son here to die,
                                   On Mount Calvary's cruel tree;
                                   I believe in thy Word, I trust in thy love,
                                   I know that thou carest for me.

                                   And now I will work for the Lord while I live,
                                   I will go to the fallen in sin;
                                   And tell of a Savior who'll freely forgive,
                                   And will take the poor wanderer in.
 
 
 

                                                         Josephine Roberts