I Met Another Homeless Boy, Like Theodore, Without Hope,
And I Fell In Love, Naturally, Decided to Save His Life
But How Can One Bring Soothing Balm To The Soul
On An Angel So Virtuous And Fair and Long-Suffering
That There is Verily No Greater, Wiser, More Beautiful Man?
I See Him Suffering In Life's Mortal Agonies And I Pray To God,
I Pray That He Find Comfort Somewhere, Somehow, Nos So Much
Comfort To His Body, But Peace, To His Very Heart And Soul.
I Pray That If This Homeless Boy Suffers Long Enough and Seeks God,
Verily He Shall Find His Happiness and all His Answers, and his Peace
For I Am A Christian, And I Pray For A Man Afflicted With Demons
For I, Too, Am afflicted by these same demons, and reacheth out mine hand
To Lift Up Another, Even In His Suffering, Dare I Quench His Thirst
In My Comfortable Home?  Cursed, Accursed!  Boy, I Pray For Thee!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.////