It was on one dark and starless night, I heard and saw an awful sigh.
The lightning flashed, the thunder rolled across my dark, denial soul.
I saw a guff far down below, where all the dying drunkards go.
I saw another weeping crowd, bloodshot eyes and voices loud.
Come here young man, we'll give you room, this is the whiskey seller's dune.
I started and got there at last, I thought I'd take the social class.
But every time I started in, I thought about the drunkard's den.
I stashed it down and left the place, I went to seek redeeming grace.
I felt like Paul who once did pray, for God to wash his sins away.
I started home to change my life, to see my loving neglected wife.
I found her weeping o'er the bed, because our infant babe was dead.
I told her not to cry or weep, our little baby had gone to sleep.
It's little soul had passed away, to ring with Christ an endless day.
I took her by her lily white hand, she was so weak she could not stand.
I knelt her down and prayed a prayer, that God might save and bless us that.
And now I live a better life, in a Christian home and a loving wife.
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