I’d pick you up from school
And I could tell by one good look
The day had been a gruel.
The callous words of others
Would wound your tender heart
Relieved that I am with you now
My love to you impart.
I’d see the color drained from your face
As backpack hit the floor,
I knew that you were very glad
To be home and close the door.
Home is a place of comfort
Where kind words are the norm
And there is strength and safety
From every childhood storm.
I’d whisper silent prayers first
For words to ease your pain
And for the love that I possessed
to wash o'er you like soaking rain.
At last you’d share your stories
I’d commiserate with you
And try with words to make a balm,
to heal your soul anew.
I’m not sure we can understand
The reasons or the whys,
Of someone’s cruelty to others
Or the cause to make them cry.
I wish that I could keep you here
And shelter out the world
But I know that’s not your destiny
You’re a daughter of the Lord.
I’m not to keep you in our home
Or tuck you under wing
I know that you are strong enough
You’re a daughter of the King.
He knows the strength within you
And saved you for the last
Satan’s no power o'er you
From Deity you were cast.
So lift your chin my little child
And lift your voice in praise
A sound of great rejoicing
are the noises that we’ll raise.
Tip the corners of your lips
Way up towards the skies
And be glad that you are finally home
Where the Spirit can reside.