“The Right Way Home,” Friend, Mar. 2007, 13
When I’ve been playing with my friend
My mother calls to say,
“Please walk home very carefully;
I’ll wait for you today.”
She taught me how to cross the street,
And how to listen well.
She watches through the window glass;
She loves me, I can tell.
I also know that Jesus waits
For me to come back “home.
He put me in my family
So I won’t be alone.
I’m learning truths my parents teach;
I’m trying to obey.
Then when I need to make a choice,
I’ll choose the righteous way.
If I will follow on this path
That Jesus set for me,
Someday I’ll be back “home” again;
Then His face I will see.
I’ll thank Him most for giving me
My fam’ly kind and dear.
I’m glad He shows His love for me
And that He’s always near.