My Dear, I know my limitations
And you're more than I can take
What's more I have reservations
About the choice of friends you make
It's not that I don't love you
You are such a part of me
That the drama that you do
Is just too hard to see
So where does that leave you?
That is for you to decide
You're in need of rescue
Not just where to reside...
But of decisions made inside
This is but your journey
And Christ can give you care
For He knows of all your needs
And awaits for you in prayer
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Grandma... seeing your tears
Now chooses to get involved
Your move in soon nears
Love melts what's not resolved
With promises to compromise
Each gave in some hard way
Each with rules that tries
Being careful what to say
The tears melted the ice
Such that friends are welcome... if
They are respectful, quiet, and nice
And grandpa doesn't raise a tiff
As you are an adult
She knows your time's your own
And she'll not add insult
But, if you keep her sleepless, how she'll moan
If you choose to drink
Although it's more than we can bare
She'll not raise a stink
But... some tears she still will share
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Where else but the family
Is there patience, love, and sacrifice
As offspring try amply
It's grandma's home of peace that will suffice
What other institution
Can melt away behaviors
And start peaceful resolutions
But the home a grandchild adores
What other place
Than where aunts and uncles come
And with them cousins chase
Delighting in some fun
In the family line
There are others who too chose
To rebel and give hard times
Which makes yours just part of current news
And in the path of forgiveness
Some how this makes a difference
As so many come to bless
Unto hope of repentance
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O.k. you moved in with a friend
And your things went here and there
Your car took a nasty end
Too you job... your pocket's bare
Grandma is your second chance
A place to feel you've promise
To lift your circumstance
Look ahead and take notice
You don't have much this time
To unpack in your room
Some friends had been unkind
And sang a selfish tune
Humility and hope
Are the right mixture
To lean towards health to cope
And make happiness a fixture
What better Christmas gift
Than a chance to begin again
And from the past... set it adrift
As with grandma you find a friend
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