Mom and Dad, by Doug McKenna

It was late in the evening, I was sitting in the shower
thinking about my Mom and Dad
It was something they told me, I can still vaguely hear
something melodic not sad
They said, "The essence of Truth in your spiritual life
will hold you together like glue."
Then I heard my father with a strong, caring voice
he whispered, "We love you."

It was deep in the winter, snow on the ground
the tears in my eyes felt like ice.
I was freezing and shaking, lost and confused
like a dog left outside in the night.
And it took me so long before stumbling on
to the time tested warmth of the Truth
So I called my Mom and I cried when she said,
"My boy, we love you."

And it was late in the summer when they let me go
to places that they'd never seen.
And I never quite realized the blessing they are
or the blessing that they've always been.
Because it's more than the miles and this pain in my heart
it's something that's deeper, more true.
It's that constant echo of my parents' voice,
It says, "We love you."

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