I wrote this a few years ago when my eldest son was in prison. There is a certain agony in walking away from a place where you can do nothing to protect your child, and it made me draw closer to the one who could protect him.......bro Frank
MY SON
Another season and you're not here
When no one's looking I shed a tear
When all the festivals are done
I'll smile, but my hearts with you my son
I've fought with lions, I've fought with bears
And I've been ravaged by all these cares
But I'd fight my way through a hundred men
Just to have you home again
Who knows the pain of a father's heart?
He keeps on going he plays the part
When days become months and months become years
Still no one sees his secret tears
Oh Lord Jesus have you heard my cry?
Without your love I would surely die
Oh Lord Jesus have you heard my plea?
You have indeed, tis thee, tis thee
Deeper in the valley, closer to you
Only your love has brought me through
One day I'll look upon my prodigal son
Then I'll know that a new day's just begun.