Little Sister
~ Remembering Terry ~

Come on home, little Sister of mine.
Come on home, you're so weary.
How many battles you've fought and lost;
How many scars you carry!

Each battle, you thought the last one,
You were convinced you could win.
But, I am tired of seeing you
Beaten and suffering, again.

Come on home, Dad's waiting;
Big arms open wide up there.
He wants you so and, yes, He knows
You've had more than your share.

Father's are always waiting
To see a daughter coming home
And this big Brother is here to say,
"I'll go with you," I'll carry you some.

You can rest in My arms, little Sister.
You can sleep awhile and grow strong.
Don't worry, I never stumble.
Let's you and I move right along.

Awhile back, I did some time for you;
In a battle you couldn't have won.
So now, I'll take you home, little Sister.
You're one of those I call my own.

There are demons we fight and the struggle
Isn't always so obvious here.
There are souls that tremble in silence,
Hiding away in fear.

There are warriors, too, that do battle
With a monster that just won't die.
The world watches, with all the answers,
But not acting very wise.

Someone had a smile for you, Sister,
Someone, an encouraging word;
Someone with an hour and spiritual power
Could have said what you never heard.

So, I'm taking you home, little Sister,
Where the tempter can come never more.
I set your soul free! Come! Abide with me!
Let's be off for the golden shore!

© 2005 Joan Clifton Costner

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"You did not choose me. I have chosen you."
John 15:16
"There is a Friend Who sticketh closer than a brother."
Prov. 18:24
"The sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be
compared with the glory that is to come."
Rom. 8:18

A Special heartfelt thanks to Joan, Derry and Grammy,
who helped with this page.

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