| Copyright, by Joan Clifton Costner |
| Little Brother |
| 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 often 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! "You didn't choose me ~ I have chosen you." John 15:16 There is a friend who sticketh closer than a brother. Proverbs 18:24 You can read more of Joan's beautiful poems by clicking on either of these buttons: |
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