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 " CAN I COME HOME, MOM?"

She fell to her knees in the early hours of dawn
Tears fell on the Bible, the curtains were drawn
He'd disappeared, without a word being said
On her knees she prayed, was he alive or dead?

She was at her lowest in life that day
She had her own plans, be it come what may
Where would she turn, who would she call?
Her world was too big, little girl too small

He was always such a rebellious child
No matter her plans, he yearned to be wild
Raised in church, attended Sunday School
She gave him to God; yet he broke every rule

She was too broken when she knelt to pray
Her spirit was weary, not a word could she say
She heard a voice, and to the window she turned
"I never left, child; it was my love you spurned"

She'll never forget the most awesome feeling
When God talked to her, assured her of healing
That very same day the phone call came in
"It's only me, mom, can I come home--once again?"


November 1, 2008















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