|Copyright, by Joan Clifton Costner
|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."
There is a friend who sticketh closer than a brother.
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