Welcome Home Poem by Rhett Connolly

WELCOME HOME
My precious son, welcome home
Let me hold you, embrace you, for you are not alone
My how you've changed, what battle has done
From serving your country, my soldier son

Your shoulders are broader, your face is like stone
Your hands are all battered, ankles worn to bone
You've shed lots of blood, and flood many tears
For you are a man, who's truly faced fears

You've done the unthinkable, and have taken a life
And prayed for the courage, to do it in strife
You've lost many brothers, in battle abroad
And know that they rest, in a place next to God

I know who you are, because Im the same man
Now sit back and listen, while I hold your hand
I'll tell you a tale, of freedom and pride
For I am God's son, like you I have died

You see I've been a soldier, since the beginning of time
Fighting for good, my mission divine
I've died for Gods children, which you too have done
Your master is thankful, my soldier son

You were not blessed, with riches or gold
But with gifts much greater, than can ever be sold
You see god made you, with one mission in mind
To protect his creation, your mission divine

I know you have scars, that run deep inside
That man cannot see, but from me they can't hide
Now hand me those burdens, in me you confide
Lay them at my feet, I'll wear them with pride

Your mission is over, so lets take you home
To meet our great father, the man on the throne
He loves you so much, for what you have done
I welcome you home, my soldier son

Rhett Connolly, Author