I am coming home...

As I see the darkening sky

And birds flying to their nest

I can feel a tug in my heart

To go home and rest.

I long for my mother's lap

And the hearty laugh of my dad

As the sun falls below the skyline

This yearning makes me grow sad.

I long for the sweet quarrels with my sis

And the wise advices of my bro

As I see people happily going home

For home, my longing grows.

I long to walk through my garden

And play with my dear dog and doves

I long to sit near the kitchen fire

And bathe in the warmth of family love.

But as I step out into the crowded street

And look at the faces unfamiliar and my heart forlorn

I can feel tears welling my eyes

And O' I miss home.

I have stayed away this far

But now I want to be with people my own

I now am alone and I want to be home

Mom, Dad I am coming home.

Under Your Wings

Hold me in your arms...
Hide me under your wings...
I'll go with you...
Wherever you want...
I'll soar with you...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

I am not afraid...
To do your will...
I am not scared...
To be who I am...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

Take me to your throne...
Take me to your cross...
I'll go with you...
Wherever you want...
I'll soar with you...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

I am not afraid...
To do your will...
I am not scared...
To be who I am...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

Take me to the wedding at Cana...
Take me to Gethsemane...
I'll go with you...
Wherever you want...
I'll soar with you...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

I am not afraid...
To do your will...
I am not scared...
To be who I am...
'Coz you'll carry me...
... under your wings.

Mother

I remember the day I took my first step

You looked at me with teary eyes

You covered your mouth with your hand

And rushed to me, to hug me tight.

I remember the day I mouthed my first word

And how overjoyed you were to hear it

You kept looking at me expectantly

To hear it again and again.

I remember the day I opened a book

And held it upside down sitting beside my brother

You sat beside me and looked as I babbled

My own imaginary words.

And now, when years have gone by, I realize

You knew I would make pathways

And speak words that would flow

I would go that extra-mile that would again bring tears

And you would be proud of your daughter.

But still, I know it’s not about me

It’s all about you, mother

I am what you have made me

Your blessings are all I have

And all I can do is to make you proud

Of  your daughter.