“Mother, why is the porch light on?”

My son, it shines for you

Through the weary hours before dawn

As I wait the long night through

My Thoughts go back to the bygone days

To my innocent little child;

Dear GOD!, how quickly his baby ways

Have been by the world defiled.

“Mother, how long will the porch light burn?”

Dear son, until you come home

For my aching heart will never yearn

Till your feet no longer roam

My fervent, pleading, unceasing prayer

It is for GOD to protect my son,

And I hear His answer, My child, I care.”

As I murmur, “Thy will be done”

“Mother, is GOD’s light burning still?”

Oh son! He loves you yet!

To draw you close is our Father’s will,

To rest without care of fret

And GOD in HIS mercy will set you free

To serve HIM in peace and joy

To be the man that HE made you to be,

My son, my beloved boy.

Written by Quintin Seyffert