Before you go, please come with me,
To an island far away.
Come ashore; observe the children who
Pass thru here every day.
'Tis the "Isle of Make-Believe;"
An alternate haven, don't you see.
For precious little ones; set adrift,
By misfit parents; so carelessly.
These children were born into "homes-to-be,
Complete with love, a father and a mother.
Sadly, it becomes very clear to me,
That they no longer love each other.
There are little ones, some are older,
I'm certain the Good Shepherd designed it this way.
He's aware of each lamb that strays from the fold,
They are lovingly tended, throughout each day.
The effect of two homes cannot be measured,
They can't understand; a week here, a week there.
Our children are life's greatest treasures,
An account will be given, God placed these little ones in our care.
As I glanced at the little path they trod,
I saw evidence of divine devotion.
I wept as I knelt and I prayed, thank you, God,
For the guardian angels; with outstretched arms; overcome with emotion.
Do angels cry, I believe they do,
They possess our Shepherd's very own heart.
Gentle, compassionate; 'twas then I knew,
From these precious lambs He would never depart.
By observance I discovered this secret place,
My sweet grandson, who is five, led the way.
Thrust between two people who lost the race;
They still love him, but cannot live together, they say.
I love him so much, I weep; bless his heart.
Throughout his life; wherever he may roam,
His words haunt me; his bittersweet words break our hearts;
"I love you, Mom, but I want to go home."