His House

She waits by the stair's, Mom needs to find her keys

"Please get me there, where I really need to be"

Hold on we are going, I know you can't be late

She smiles a little somehow, she doesn't want to wait

Deep in her soul it is something that she craves

It helps her through her week as she finds her way

Her dress is hand me down, yet she doesn't care

No matter who is around as long as she is there

Her mom slows the car as she says, I will see you soon

"You know it's not that far, come back for me at noon"

She enters nervous and alone, all eyes turning her way

She speaks softly saying, "my family is at home

As for me, I have come to pray."