She Is Late Again
It’s well past bed time and I am still up. It is hard to go bed knowing that others are out there trying to find their way home. I have the comforts of home, the refuge of shelter from the rain and the security of the many miscreants out there. I have read too many, far too many daily newspapers the feature deaths by intention and accidents resulting in deaths
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She Is Late Again
Sitting here in the cold dark room Hopeful that no dangers loom Every breath labored and my heart pounds
I hear a silence, still a loudness abounds She is never safe until she back here with me
Laying by my side, quietly And until I can turn and see my darling again There is no comfort through this endless rain Endless tears falling from a source that never dries
Although I dry them each time, they return to my eyes Got to find a distraction to pass the time away And help me over the obstacle for another day I can’t be like this cause she’s spending time with another No, I must trust her safe return and the time with our Father
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With you by her side, she knows what she is coming home to, trust God.
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