My Father's House

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Last night I dreamed that

I was a child.

Out where the pines grow wild and tall.

I was trying to make it home through the forest before the darkness falls.

I heard the wind rustling through the trees and ghostly voices rose from the fields.

I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path with the devil snapping at my heels.

I broke through the trees and there in the night, my father's house stood shining hard and bright.

The branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms, but I ran 'til I fell, shaking in his arms.

I woke and I imagined the hard things that pulled us apart will never again, sir, tear us from each other's hearts.

I got dressed and to that house

I did ride.

From out on the road, I could see its windows shining light.

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch.

A woman I didn't recognize came and spoke to me through a chain door.

I told her my story and who I'd come for.

She said, "I'm sorry, son, but no one by that name lives here anymore. "

My father's house shines hard and bright.

It stands like a beacon calling me in the night.

Calling and calling, so cold and alone.

Shining 'cross this dark highway where our sins lie unatoned.