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Absalom, Absalom, My Son, My Son





If I could cry this hurt away, I'd gladly start right now.



It's choking me and filling me with grief I can't avow.



They took my boy, my precious boy.  They locked him in a cell.



What is to be the end of him?  I cannot see nor tell.



Must life forever be a strain and sadness stain my cup?



How can I face this awful pain?  Its gnawing eats me up.



What could I differently have done to change his fate today?



I wrack my heart and soul and brain but answers slip away.



My son, my son, my precious son, my heart is broken quite.



I pray and cry and plead for help but cannot see the light.



To God the Father of us all I finally petition,



Please hold on to my Absalom, YOUR WILL my one condition.



For though I love him with a love that has no bound nor limit,



You gave Your only begotten Son, to include my child you did

it.



If I could cry this hurt away, I think I'd start right here.



All I CAN do is pray that, Lord, you'll always hold him near.

Music: The Calming Song

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about the same young man who is "Prodigal".