COMING HOME, I'M COMING HOME
A yellow ribbon tied to the tree
Colors faded from the summer sun.
The wind has whipped and tattered it.
I refuse to take it down.
The countless days since you left
They seem to all run together.
My heart beats like a second hand.
Will this battle go on forever?
It's time to put up the Christmas lights.
On the fence I write welcome home.
The yellow ribbon shines in the night
With the lights it's no longer alone.
Hundreds, thousands it matters not
In the process I've lost track.
I've sworn to keep each light burning
Until God brings you back.
I hear a report on the world news
A total that have lost their life.
Hanging on by a ribbon and strand
I hang another light.
Coming home, I'm coming home.
How I ache to hear those words.
Memories and thoughts of yesterday
Give me strength to be encouraged.