Welcome Home

< WELCOME HOME My precious son, welcome home Let me hold you, embrace you, for you are not alone My how you’ve changed, what battle has done From serving your country, my soldier son Your shoulders are broader, your face is like stone Your hands are all battered, ankles worn to bone You’ve shed lots of blood, and flood many tears For you are a man, who’s truly faced fears You’ve done the unthinkable, and have taken a life And prayed for the courage, to do it in strife You’ve lost many brothers, in battle abroad And know that they rest, in a place next to God I know who you are, because Im the same man Now sit back and listen, while I hold your hand I’ll tell you a tale, of freedom and pride For I am God’s son, like you I have died You see I’ve been a soldier, since the beginning of time Fighting for good, my mission divine I’ve died for Gods children, which you too have done Your master is thankful, my soldier son You were not blessed, with riches or gold But with gifts much greater, than can ever be sold You see god made you, with one mission in mind To protect his creation, your mission divine I know you have scars, that run deep inside That man cannot see, but from me they can’t hide Now hand me those burdens, in me you confide Lay them at my feet, I’ll wear them with pride Your mission is over, so lets take you home To meet our great father, the man on the throne He loves you so much, for what you have done I welcome you home, my soldier son Rhett Connolly, Author>