OH, MY SON

OH, MY SON....come home
(c) 2004 Stephanie Durand
This was written when my friend's friend's son was in prison awaiting trial. I did not know him, but he and his parents were in my thoughts and prayers.


Man, my son...just look what you've done
your mother...you shamed
your father...you blamed
my son...what now
are you ready to come to me
are your knees weak

you've shunned my love...
you've shunned my face
you've used my name..
in disgrace

man, my son
how i've longed for you
to call on me
i saw you drowning in your sin,
you see

But you never thought about me
you thought I wasn't here
you thought I didn't care
but my heart bled...like my son's
for you..
my arms HURT from holding them out so long
to you...
but I never gave up
because...
i love you

so much

can you feel my love
can you feel my love

now
stay down
and look up at me
believe me, i have seen your tears
believe me, when i say i have cried with you
i have bled with you...i have FALLEN with you
just to pick you up
just to lift you up
just to have you home with me again
come home my son
please don't shun my call
don't leave me standing here like this
waiting.....i love you
i love you
i love you
Love, Your Father