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I'm Homesick, Lord
by Marilyn Schnepp Good Evening, Lord, it's hard to believe That I'm calling you up on this New Year's Eve! But it's midnight, Lord, down here on Earth And we've been celebrating Your Planet's birth. I think perhaps it was that sip of wine Or maybe the "old acquaintances" in "Auld Lang Syne" But all of a sudden in the midst of that din I was carried back home to my childhood again. "Home", of course, was mother and dad Until I grew up and had my own pad. Some pads were ritzy, strictly Up-Town While others were cold flats...six flights down. But whatever the address, be it Brooklyn or Rome That was my castle, my fortress, my home. But now, dear Lord, the world's not the same Violence is rampant and killing's a game! So I called You tonight 'cause I want to come home As nothing's down here but gold plated chrome; So please, dear Lord, I'm homesick and blue I want to come home and be with You. I'm tired and weary, and I'm old and gray So let me come home without delay. I'll say Good Night and close this prayer... "Happy New Year, Lord!" So glad You were there. Love, Your homesick Earthling Can be reached at [email protected] Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |