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Come on
home, little brother of mine,
Come on
home, you're so weary.
How many
battles you've fought and lost;
How many
scars you carry!
Each
battle, you thought, the last one -
You were
convinced you could win;
But I am
tired of seeing you
Beaten
and suffering, again.
Come on
home ~ Dad's waiting;
Big arms
open wide up there.
He wants
you so, and, yes, He knows
You've
had more than your share.
Fathers
are always waiting
To see a
son coming home ~
And this
big Brother is here to say
I'll go
with you - I'll carry you some.
You can
rest in My arms, little brother,
You can
sleep awhile and grow strong.
Don't
worry ~ I never stumble
Let's,
you and I, move right along.
Awhile
back I did some time for you
In a
battle you couldn't have won ~
So now,
I'll take you home, little brother,
You're
one of those I call my own.
There
are demons we fight and the struggle
Isn't
always so obvious here;
There
are souls that tremble in silence ~
Hiding
away in fear.
There
are warriors, too, that do battle
With a
monster that just won't die.
The
world watches (with all the answers)
But not
acting very wise.
Someone
had a smile for you, brother,
Someone,
an encouraging word ~
Someone
with an hour and spiritual power
Could
have said what you never heard.
So I'm
taking you home, little brother,
Where
the tempter can come never more ~
I set
your soul free! Come! Abide with me!
Let's be
off for the golden shore!
Joan
Clifton Costner
Copyrighted. All rights reserved.
Ref:
John 15:
16 "You did not choose me ~ I have chosen you."
Prov.
18:24 "There is a Friend Who sticketh closer than a
brother."
Rom. 8:
"The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to
be
compared with the glory that is to come."
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