Precious || 1994.09.26

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9/26/94
Precious

Though not much of a child
you are precious as one
And closely I watch you
to keep you from harm
Life I gave to you
through the Life of my Son
When you are hurt and cry
you can run to my arms
Peace dwells with me
and rest in my wings
Precious, I force nothing to you
decide your way
I wait for you
with my arms wide open
I cannot forget you
My Son's blood is token
of the Love that I am
and the earnestness I feel
for your return
Come home, Precious
I stand with the door open
looking for you
to come trudging up the road
Give me your burden
you stagger beneath the load
I give to you peace
and the restoration that your soul so needs
Give me your hand, my Precious,
and come on home.

~JLB
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