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Home Is Best

A Place That Starts And Ends With Love

By Grace BanksPublished 4 years ago Updated 4 years ago 2 min read

Home Is Best

Once there was a time I was lost and afraid

Sitting in the darkness I was waiting to be saved

No one to turn to

No one to hear

Deep in the woods I was filled with fear

I closed my eyes and hummed a song

In my mind I imagined I was home

My mother’s ring reflects off the light as she reads to me night

Her voice calms me to sleep

Safe and secure I know I’ll be

Smell of bacon in the morning time

Makes me want to rise and shine

Brothers and sister love to tease

But in my heart I know that they love me

I love Saturday’s in the fall

How we all gather together to watch Ole Miss football

Mama cooks a roast every Sunday

Can’t wait to leave church just to get a taste

During the night if I’m awakened it can always be said

My dog will be sleeping at the foot of my bed

Now I’m lost and alone because I ran away

With my dad gone to heaven I did not want to stay

If only I had realized how much it means to still have love

To know that I am accepted and will always be enough

I dropped my head and started to pray

Please God...don’t let me die this way

I felt faint and dizzy, my head was spinning much

When all of the sudden I felt another’s touch

The wind stood still and the sky became light

Then I turned to see a man in sight

His arms surrounded me as he lifted me up

It wasn’t even a moment before I knew who he was

The last time I saw him he died in my arms

Oh how that day left a pain in my heart

Now he returns when I’m in distress

To be the hero that saves me

A father who knows best

He carried me gently all the way home

and when I turned to thank him my dear dad was gone

I look to the sky to find a rainbow had emerged

In the clouds behind it, something beautiful occurred

An angel was flying while leading the way

my daddy was following as he turned to wave

The clouds slowly parted and their presence became less

As I watched the spirit of a hero heading home to rest

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About the Creator

Grace Banks

In a nutshell I love to write obviously, I love to be creative with design and also refurbishing old furniture, love reading or watching anything to do with history; I love love love music and everything pertaining to it!

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