"Coming Home" 

There was time not too long ago; I had a mamma young and pretty and I loved her so.

We went from sharecropping to in debt and times were hard we hadn't realized yet.

We bought a red ground farm and the house was rough but we didn't know.

It was our first house  and on a big old hill with lots of room for a boy to grow.

Mom put me in the shade or pulled me on a cotton sack and we had each other; for love we didn't lack.

Then when I was big enough with her to walk; I worked along side of her and we would sing and talk.

Sometimes I got to go with dad to the store which was a big treat for shore.

If I got a piece of penny bubble gum; I'd wait til I got home to be sure mom got some.

When I was older and the dew would fall at the end of the day; Mom would softly shout Bobby come home and I would rush home, not too far away.

I could smell the biscuits she made every night and I ran quickly toward the kitchen light.

 Life hadn't really taken its toll on us yet, and these good old days I'd never forget.

  Through the years she'd been hurt but too much it didn't show and it would be much later before I would know.

 When dad died a lot of mom did too but she was strong from all she'd been through.

 Then came the day that I accepted God's call to preach but to accept this was beyond her reach. 

Mom was hurt because I couldn't live close to her and where we'd  move next was always not sure.

  Mom went to be with the Lord  more hurt than mad at me because I at times couldn't go home and not yet could live by her but that face I yearned to see.

  Mom it was my loss, not because of your will but because I loved you so and now have in my heart a hole, only God can fill.

Mom keep calling cause one day I'll come home and one day we'll share all eternity  never more to roam.

Written by Bob Wood

 Luke 18:29   And he said unto them, Verily I say unto you, There is no man that hath left house, or parents, or brethren, or wife, or children, for the kingdom of God's sake, 30. Who shall not receive manifold more in this present time, and in the world to come life everlasting.

  Mom died April 6th at 5:30 pm 2005, on my Brother's birthday.  Willie Mae Perry became the bride of Harold Wood and when he died most of her went with him.  Now she is completely with him.  Mom told me she was a Christian.  Mom, I've missed you for a long time and even more so now but keep watching.  One day you'll see the whole bunch coming and it will be a Mother's Day for all eternity.  Moms if your family has entered the mission field or accepted God's call into other ministry that will pull them away from you; thank God and pray for them.  To those in the ministry or for other reasons may have you away from your parents and family; keep praying for them and forever express the love you have for them.  Life is short but love is long.  As you share Christmas or Mother's Day or Father's Day, share God's love too.

Bob Wood

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