Welcome Son

Welcome Son

Sometimes my mind is like a spinning wheel,
And it is hard to stand under the pain I feel.
Though my eyes may be clouded and dim,
This old heart of mine won’t let me give in.
He is a part of me, it is just the way I am.
When too weak to walk He helps me stand.

If I should shiver deep within from fear or cold,
I’m wrapped in His warm love, strong and bold.
When my foes attack trying to bring me down,
He brings to me His own royal robe and crown.
Those that oppose can not get the job done,
For that battle fought long ago His victory won.

Bruised, scared, worn and weary I forge ahead,
A promise I’ll claim at the end of this road I tread.
I’ll sit at my Father’s table wrapped in His glory,
Singing His praises and hearing His wonderful story.
There’ll be no more pain; there’ll be no more tears,
There’ll be no more heartache, and no more fears.

I will look full upon His face and see Him smile,
As I hear Him say “welcome son sit for awhile.”

Carl A. Gooch ~ 07 April 2008