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The porclight

"Mother, why is the porchligtht on?"
My son, it shines for you
Through the weary hours before dawn
As I wait the long night through.
My thoughts go back to the bygone days
To my innocent little child;
Dear God! How quickly his baby ways
Have been by the world defiled.

"Mother, how long will the porch light burn?"
Dear son, until you come home,
For my aching heart will forever yearn
Till your feet no longer roam.
My fervent, pleading, unceasing prayer
Is for God to protect my son,
And I hear His answer, "My child, I care"
As I murmur, "Thy will be done".