Thursday, November 17, 2011

Come Home soon

It’s so good to have my children here
Joking and laughing is sweet to my ear
Upstairs they play and sing
To our LORD Jesus the King
I sit downstairs listening to them
Hoping that it will never end
One day they will grow and leave
I pray they will always believe

I miss and love my husband so
Soon I hope we’ll say hello
A phone call here and there
Isn’t making it, my Dear
Come home real soon, Hun
So we can play in the sun
The children and I will pray
For you to come home right away

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What a sweet poem.