Porch Lights in the Rain

Porch lights glowing through the rain, our door left open wide,
A seat kept warm, a gentle word, a place to come inside.
No fixing first, no tidy tale, just truth and tender care,
A listening heart, a steady hand, and time enough to share.

We’ll mend with mercy, stitch with hope, and bind up shame with grace,
We’ll learn each name, hold sacred tears, and linger face to face.
No cross-exam, just lift the cross; we’ll walk the narrow lane,
Beside the weary, step by step, through joy and grief and pain.

We’ll set the table, light the lamp, and sing a soft refrain,
That wandering hearts are wanted here, not turned away in vain.
Till searching souls at last find rest, as love restores what’s torn,
We’ll keep our arms flung open wide—this is why we were born.

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