(October, 1989 was the time that Jacob Wetterling was taken from
his St. Joseph, Minnesota home. This poem is for his family.)
Five long years have come and gone since hope was snatched away.
It is a crime living in time. The sad, sad song remains.
This Jacob’s hope, not just for him, but also for us all.
When this was done, its scope reached wide and made a nation ball.
The prayers and thoughts for all those lost are kept inside our heart.
The cartons, ads, and fliers, too, remind us, while apart.
We still don’t know what happened on that road, but we still care.
We know where patty’s spotlight shines, it’s Jacob’s shadow there.
“Somewhere out there” is someone whose piece would puzzle fill.
And one by one a picture would form to make our fear stand still.
Within the home of this lost gem was also taken then –
The future dreams and plans they had. To them, our prayers we send.
The family must continue on, and hope they’ll always hold.
But fragments of their broken hearts lay still on that dirt road.
Till all the Jacob’s of this world are safe from dread, we’ll tell:
That we’ll not slow down our pursuit – dig deep for Jacob’s well.