The Porch Light
"Mother, why is the pouch light on?" My son, it shines for you. Through the weary hours before the dawn, as I wait the long night through. My thoughts go back to the 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 you 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."
Mother, is God's light burning still?" Oh son, He loves you yet! To draw you close is our Father's will, to rest without care or fret. And God in His mercy will set you free, to serve Him in peace and joy. To be the man that He made you to be, my son, my beloved boy.