Jim Trainer

My Father’s House

In Uncategorized on June 17, 2012 at 12:32 pm

Last night I dreamed that I was a child
out where the pines grow wild and tall
I was trying to make it home through the forest
before the darkness falls

I heard the wind rustling through the trees
and ghostly voices rose from the fields
I ran with my heart pounding down that broken path
With the devil snappin at my heels

I broke through the trees and there in the night
My father’s house stood shining hard and bright
the branches and brambles tore my clothes and scratched my arms
But I ran till I fell shaking in his arms

I awoke and I imagined
the hard things that pulled us apart
Will never again, sir
tear us from each others hearts
I got dressed and to
that house I did ride
from out on the road
I could see his windows shining bright

I walked up the steps and stood on the porch
a woman I didn’t recognize came and spoke to me through a chained door
I told her my story and who I’d come for
She said, “I’m sorry son but no one by that name lives here anymore.”

My father’s house shines hard and bright
it stands like a beacon, calling me in the night
Calling and calling, so cold and alone
Shining ‘cross this dark highway, where our sins lie unatoned.

lyrics by Bruce Springsteen

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