Oh, Little House

Oh, little house

in which we dwell...

you hold the secrets

we've yet to tell.

Your broken glass

reflects the pain...

of this raging child

we've yet to tame.

Oh, little house

all tattered and torn...

you continue to stand

and face the storms.

Your broken walls

and our weary souls...

paint a picture of life

as RAD unfolds.

Oh, little house

all sad and broken...

you've heard the words

of love we've spoken.

You know that there

will come a day...

when his pain and anger

melts away.

Oh, little house

so strong and brave...

hold on tight

as we fight these waves.

When the worst is over

I promise thee...

  I will build you up

  and you will be...

Beautiful once again.

    Copyright © 2002 Suzanne

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“The angry people

are those people who

are most afraid.”

-Dr. Robert Anthony