Grief

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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 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

Ref:
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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