Where is my son?

Where is my son?

I ask God all night.

Are you covering him

with your angels?

Are you calling him

out of the darkness?

Will he be alright?

His pain is my pain

tossing and turning,

helpless in my bed

1,741 miles away,

I can feel it, he needs

your help tonight.

Are angels hovering

all around his head,

staying close enough to

catch him as he falls?

God, you know drugs

have captured my son

and the devil is dragging

him down to Hell.

Jesus, please rescue my son

bring him back to you, to me.

I pray. I pray. I pray.

In Jesus’s name, amen.