By a Broken Man

Tripping up the storefront stairs
With grimmish face and grimmer dares
And fear and hate, and desperate need
He rattles in, he plants his seed

A glance about, no one’s around
He stops and waits, but no one’s found
He shakes and shivers, stumbles forth
And raises fate and faces force

A gun is pointed, tears in eyes
As money’s granted, such small prize
Quiet apology, he fumbles out
And makes his way to his small house

But on the way the dark goes out
And flashing lights reveal his route
He looks ahead to windowed eyes
And turns around to police cries

“Forgive me Lord, for I have sinned...”
His pleas are echoed as fate moves in
And family awakened, they look and see
Their father and husband on his knees

And guns are raised, but mostly his
As he determines the story’s end
And takes from God his future plan
Held at gunpoint by a broken man