Porch Light

Another day completed and i come draggen myelf back home.

I kept the wheels between the painted white lines,

While my mind goes down a hundred other roads.

There’s a little pond behind our house,

Where the evening leaves the water still.

I can almost see it through this windshield,

And the porch light waiting past the hill.

Lord, before I pull into that driveway,

Let me set this heavy burden down.

There’s a woman waiting there who loves me;

She shouldn’t have to bear another round.

It’s the man I bring home

When the long day’s through,

When the engine falls silent

And my heart comes back to You.

Let my arms become a shelter,

Let my words become a place

Where the ones I love can rest

And never have to earn my grace.

Jesus, let the love You’ve shown

Live in the man I bring home.

I used to wear my worry like a warning,

Bring the whole day walking through the door.

She could tell the kind of miles I’d traveled

By the way my boots fell on the floor.

Some nights we can wear each other weary,

Some nights we don’t know quite what to say.

But I still want to know the woman beside me,

Not let another year just slip away.

You have loved me through my worst decisions,

Met me where my pride had left me alone.

Help me listen past my own defenses;

There’s a heart worth hearing in this home.

It’s the man I bring home

When the long day’s through,

When the engine falls silent

And my heart comes back to You.

Let my arms become a shelter,

Let my words become a place

Where the ones I love can rest

And never have to earn Your grace.

Jesus, let the love You’ve shown

Live in the man I bring home.

On a garage floor, You heard me,

When I had no strength to stand.

All the things I couldn’t loosen,

I surrendered to Your hands.

Now surrender looks like listening,

Like admitting I was wrong,

Like asking, “How was your day?”

And staying for the answer long.

Get right here in the quiet,

Do right when it costs.

Let me love the way You loved me

When You found me at my worst.

It’s the man I bring home

When the long day’s through,

When the engine falls silent

And my heart comes back to You.

Let my arms become a shelter,

Let my words become a place

Where the ones I love can rest

And never have to earn Your grace.

When our children tell our story,

Let them say that love was shown.

Jesus, let them see Your mercy

In the man I brought home.

The porch light’s shining through the branches.

I take a breath and put away my phone.

She looks up, and I sit down beside her.

“Tell me about your day. I’m home.”