Come on home, little brother / little sister 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 or daughter 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 / little sister,
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 / little sister,
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, little brother / little sister,
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 / little sister,
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
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
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Joan wrote this for people who have had to deal with suicide
of their loved ones, for the families who has lost a loved one
due to various drug or alcohol addiction and those who has
lost a loved one after a long grave illness.