Little Brother / Little Sister

Come on home, little brother / little sister of mine,
Come on home, youíre so weary.
How many battles youíve 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 ~ Dadís waiting;
Big arms open wide up there.
He wants you so, and, yes, He knows
Youíve 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
Iíll go with you - Iíll carry you some.

You can rest in My arms, little brother / little sister,
You can sleep awhile and grow strong.
Donít worry ~ I never stumble
Letís, you and I, move right along.

Awhile back I did some time for you
In a battle you couldnít have won ~
So now, Iíll take you home, little brother / little sister,
Youíre one of those I call my own.

There are demons we fight and the struggle
Isnít 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 wonít 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 Iím taking you home, little brother / little sister,
Where the tempter can come never more ~
I set your soul free! Come! Abide with me!
Letís be off for the golden shore!


Joan Clifton Costner
http://underhiswings0.tripod.com
Copyright

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.

 

 

Photographer: Ian Britton

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