Your first cries never graced my ears.
i’ll never know your gentle baby breath
and mine would have been taken captive
at the glorious sight of your first smile.
A world away from me, you walked so tall.
Those first steps over red dirt kicking dust.
Your blood is in that ground sweet child.
The portrait of your life contains that mud.
When first words rang out from your lips,
when home grown music moved your hips,
your laughter gripped all those you knew.
But you wonder where your father is,
  tonight.

Come home.
  We wait,
where broken wings are commonplace,
more prevalent than all but grace.
The ocean gales will fail to quench
this Love outlasting every other face.
And yours lights up the sky.
  Come home.

Up child, Don’t linger. Grow up taller.
They’re gone but courage roots down deep inside.
Survival is elusive and a gift.
Neglected not forgotten, you’ll still fly
through storms and tears while heaven’s fire makes gold.
Refined you’ll be and precious in His sight.
Though dearest ones can’t carry onward,
walk tall as Love makes straight the crooked path.
As long as breath is in my lungs, fear not.
A future is your own inheritance…
Tomorrow shines with complex hope, but now
familiar things are gone and you’re alone
  tonight.

Come home.
  We wait,
where broken wings are commonplace,
more prevalent than all but grace.
The ocean gales will fail to quench
this Love outlasting every other face.
And yours lights up the sky.
  Come home.

You are seen by ones you have never seen
with love measured to infinity.
They fight with me to win your greatest good,
numbered in the hundreds by my side.
Not soon enough, your dirt will be my dust,
as home grown music sways my hips with you.
Our eyes and broken wings will meet that day,
as Grace entwines your beating heart to mine.
Transplanted roots bear fruits through pain.
Complexity brings you to know my arms
Fear not! Though all is unfamiliar still,
know this. i’ll show you where your father is
  tonight.
   And all the nights yet lived.

Come home.
  We wait,
where broken wings are commonplace,
more prevalent than all but grace.
The ocean gales will fail to quench
this Love outlasting every other face.
And yours lights up the sky.
  Come home.

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