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In
my mind's eye I can see a young lad,
Tightly clutching his Father's hand,
As he says with a pleading voice so sad,
Daddy, I just don't understand.
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We've traveled so far,
And we continue to roam.
I want to go where our loved ones are.
Why can't we just go home?
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Then I hear his Father say,
"Be patient my precious son,"
"At the ending of the day,"
"Your traveling will be done!"
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"For just over the hill,"
"And around the next bend,"
"I promise your journey will,"
"Come to an end!"
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Oh God, I'm just like that young lad.
I'm getting so weary.
I can't count the trials I've had,
That to me were so dreary.
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My journey has been long,
And the obstacles have been great.
At times I've lost my song,
And I've been too impatient to wait.
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For there's a longing in my heart,
To see loved ones who've gone on before.
Oh, my world was torn apart,
When they left for Heaven's shore.
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Ah, but with the eye of faith I see,
A glimpse of that Heavenly dome
So, Lord hear my earnest plea,
Why can't I just come home?
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Robert F. Dotson © 2011
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