A Stranger Down the country lane.

I don’t know whom it was who called my name, his voice filled with God’s praise.

I don’t know who it was whom I had followed, he whistled an entrancing phrase.

I don’t know who it was who looked at me, his eyes fixed at a gaze.

I don’t know whom it was who touched my hand, his skin broken and grazed.

I don’t know whom it was who sat me down, his kindness at ablaze

I don’t know whom it was who kept me safe, a stranger down the country lane.

I don’t know whom it was who suddenly changed.

I don’t know whom it was who changed my name.

I don’t know whom it was who made me dance.

I don’t know whom it was who stood at a glance.

I don’t know whom it was who left me alone, a stranger down country lane.

I don’t know whom it was who stood me up, his anger at ablaze.

I don’t know whom it was who touched my skin; he was as cold as ice and as dead as sin.

I don’t know whom it was who turned away, he seemed so sincere, that was him.

I don’t know whom it was who walked away; he stepped so softly on the maize.

I don’t know whom it was who didn’t speak, a man of freedom, of God’s peace

I don’t know whom it was this man who came

I don’t know whom it was this man who tamed

I don’t know whom it was this man dismayed

I don’t know whom it was this man of pain

He changed me this man who came

He restrained me this man who tamed

He calmed me this man of disgust

He freed me this man of trust

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