Heaven's Porch Light

The wind hums low through the cedar trees,

A hymn in the dark, carried on the breeze.

Fields lie still, wrapped in night's embrace,

I bow my head, searching for grace.

Is Heaven's porch light burnin' for me?

Will it shine through the dark like the old oak tree?

When the road turns quiet, and the sky grows deep,

Is Heaven's porch light burnin' for me?

Mama’s voice rings soft in my ear,

Singing old-time hymns I still hold dear.

She said, “Son, the good Lord’s always near,

Just knock on His door, don’t live in fear.”

Is Heaven's porch light burnin' for me?

Will it guide my steps where I’m meant to be?

When my hands are empty, and my soul feels weak,

Is Heaven's porch light burnin' for me?

I’ve walked the crooked, I’ve walked the straight,

I’ve stumbled under the weight of fate.

But through it all, I’ve held this plea,

That Heaven’s porch light waits for me.

Is Heaven's porch light burnin' for me?

Will it glow like a lantern on the open sea?

When the last note fades, and I take my leave,

Is Heaven's porch light burnin' for me?