"Skin to Skin"
Bonded from the beginning
Your first cry
Your mothers tears dried
My Son
Blood red
Angry Clashes
Angst and anguish
The door slams
You leave
We grieve
Yea tho I walk through the valley of shadow,
How I wish I had spared the rod
Your road is long and winding
My eyes are wet with crying
Skin to Skin
To hold you close again
Beyond the rugged cross
All will be alright
Joyful reunion
An open door
Ring and Robe
Firstborn of many brothers.
Come home tonight.
Joe Morriss
9th September 2014
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