Tomorrow, at midnight, her daddy will be at the back door of the building.
Tomorrow, at midnight, her daddy will pick her up – his precious daughter – his youngest daughter.
She’s coming home – to her new life – free of the addiction, guilt, and darkness of the past.
She’s coming home – to her children – her beautiful children who have weathered the storm and are awaiting the comfort of their mommy’s arms, awaiting the sound of her voice, the coconut fragrance of her hair, and the touch of her fingers stroking the nape of their necks as she sings them to sleep.
She’s coming home – to her new home – a big yellow house bathed in love and steeped in tradition and heritage.
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Her recovery is complete; her debt is paid; her punishment is over.
She will step out and breathe in the cold, crisp, fresh air.
And she’ll thank God for the new life He has given her.
And tomorrow at midnight, I’ll thank God again, as I promised Him last year – and forever and ever – for the new life In Christ He gave my precious daughter – my youngest daughter.