Colin F. Jones

TO DO WHAT I CAN

The Lord he hath made me,
and because others have sinned,
I am impure and unhappy
and unstable as wind.
Why must I be so treated?
Because another soul erred,
Lost and defeated,
Like a wing clipped bird.
Am I not as he made me,
Designed as I am
Just the way that I should be,
A flesh and bone man?
For my birth that was choiceless
Left me to do what I can.