- Nov 14, 2013
- 117
- 73
- Country
- United States
- Faith
- Non-Denom
- Marital Status
- Single
HOME SICK
I wanted to live alone
I thought I’d be just fine
me myself and I
In the home that was just mine
I had myself movies
And games that I would play
Things weren’t so bad
I was pretty much okay
But then one day I got ill
And felt so sick inside
I longed to talk to mom
In her love I would confide
I longed to see my dad
Step inside that bedroom door
To say he’d make the trip
to that grocery store
They knew just what to say
but now I was alone
with a dizzying fever
and a nauseous groan
I looked around the room
And saw just how empty It was
Too sick to complain
How useless now to fuss
Then I thought of dad
I’ll get sprite and be right back
Saltine crackers I will get
Anything else in fact
Mom knew the tone of voice
Crying with words of sympathy
Her song of words was like a choir
or a well trained symphony
But alas I will remember
There’s a Bible on the shelf
I will pull it out and slumber
in the words that heal thy self
Now more comforted than ever
Looking back at home
Friends coming in and out
of my growing up home
Now I look to God
And He will hear my cry
Him he will never leave
Or ever say goodbye
My spirit rest in Him
And Him rest in I
I wanted to live alone
I thought I’d be just fine
me myself and I
In the home that was just mine
I had myself movies
And games that I would play
Things weren’t so bad
I was pretty much okay
But then one day I got ill
And felt so sick inside
I longed to talk to mom
In her love I would confide
I longed to see my dad
Step inside that bedroom door
To say he’d make the trip
to that grocery store
They knew just what to say
but now I was alone
with a dizzying fever
and a nauseous groan
I looked around the room
And saw just how empty It was
Too sick to complain
How useless now to fuss
Then I thought of dad
I’ll get sprite and be right back
Saltine crackers I will get
Anything else in fact
Mom knew the tone of voice
Crying with words of sympathy
Her song of words was like a choir
or a well trained symphony
But alas I will remember
There’s a Bible on the shelf
I will pull it out and slumber
in the words that heal thy self
Now more comforted than ever
Looking back at home
Friends coming in and out
of my growing up home
Now I look to God
And He will hear my cry
Him he will never leave
Or ever say goodbye
My spirit rest in Him
And Him rest in I