Be Brave My Son

 I am waiting for word, of my son being home..

And I am praying to God, that he will no longer roam.

The days are getting shorter and the devil is at will.

So come home quickly, before I hear a shrill.

My son where you are, is deep in the woods..

Out there in the forest, you can be misunderstood.

Stand and be still and I will come for you..

For the yearnings of my heart, wants to make you like new.

Be brave my son and do not compromise..

For the wiles of the enemy, are stringent with disguise.

Just over the mountain, you will find rest..

So hasten your footsteps and overcome your test.

My child, I will love you, till death do us part..

In a train of mercy, your strength will ever start.

I will pray for favour, all your life through..

For by faithfulness and courage, you will get all your due.

Take my hand my son and hold on ever tight.

For if you let go, the enemy will fight.

Help will be your shadow, as you walk across the miles..

For the Lord of heaven's armies, will guard you all the while.