Love Still Grows on Foxtown Road

I learned to work before I learned

To speak kindly to myself.

For years I took my measure

From the words of someone else.

I’ve cared for folks who needed me,

Built a business of my own,

Still couldn’t see the strength in me

That all those years had shown.

But I was never what they called me.

I’m more than what I’ve done.

Before I had a thing to prove,

I was someone Jesus loved.

Love still grows on Foxtown Road.

There’s hurt in this heart, but it ain’t all it holds.

I can miss my boy and love this life.

I can have my peace and still ask why.

A laugh don’t mean I’ve left him behind.

A tear don’t mean that faith has died.

There’s room for what I miss and what I hold—

Love still grows on Foxtown Road.

When I lost my son, I found a hurt

These working hands couldn’t mend.

I took my anger straight to God,

Asked Him why again and again.

A counselor helped me name my grief,

Give words to all that pain.

I didn’t have to hide the hurt

Or be ashamed to say his name.

I didn’t find an answer

That made the losing right.

But I could tell Jesus the whole truth—

He didn’t leave my side.

Love still grows on Foxtown Road.

There’s hurt in this heart, but it ain’t all it holds.

I can miss my boy and love this life.

I can have my peace and still ask why.

A laugh don’t mean I’ve left him behind.

A tear don’t mean that faith has died.

There’s room for what I miss and what I hold—

Love still grows on Foxtown Road.

My husband’s hand still fits in mine

After all these years we’ve known.

There’s another son I love so much—

He still gets to hear, “Hi, son.”

My grandkids now are grown,

Each making their own way.

I don’t have to choose between

Missing you and loving today.

I call them all my lost boys,

And I pull another chair.

I don’t hand them easy answers;

I just let them know I care.

They don’t have to prove their worth

To be welcome at my door.

I know what it is to need someone

To see a little more.

Daniel, no one takes your place.

Love doesn’t work that way.

I can keep you close inside my heart

And make room for someone to stay.

Love still grows on Foxtown Road.

There’s hurt in this heart, but it ain’t all it holds.

I can miss my boy and love this life.

I can have my peace and still ask why.

A laugh don’t mean I’ve left him behind.

A tear don’t mean that faith has died.

There’s room for what I miss and what I hold—

Love still grows on Foxtown Road.

Some days I cry while pulling weeds.

Some days I hum a tune.

Some days I do a little of both—

And, son, I still love you.