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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

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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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