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GOING HOME

I looked into the sky today And saw an angel taking flight, And in his arms, he held a child, Around them brilliant light. “Where are you taking him,” I asked, As he stretched his mighty wings. “I’m taking him to be with God And where my brothers sing. “Bring him back,” I plead to him, “Please don’t take away this boy. His mom and dad won’t understand. He is their pride and joy.” “I must deliver him,” he said. “He will never be alone. I must take my flight with him, This child is going home.” “But what about his family, Who want to see him grow, Why can’t you leave him behind, With loved ones here below?” The angel softly said to me, “I don’t think you understand, This one is a special child Not meant to live with man.” “God sent me here to rescue him From misery and pain, So, please sir, I beckon you, Please do not restrain.” And as the angel flew toward home I saw the baby smile, I knew that we would meet again In just a little while.
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