I miss the days that might have been
The days of comfort, warmth, security
The Brady kids and Beaver too
Whose homes were what we wished ours could be.
Places where you were always loved
People around who would always care
Knowing that you would be heard
If thoughts and feeling were ever shared
But wishing doesn’t make it so
Hearts are broken, scarred or torn.
Burdens carried for a lifetime
Longing just to be reborn
Hope is carried in the heart
It hides itself so deeply there
And waits impatiently for the touch
Of one who heals all earthly cares
Our Savior, Master of Heaven and Earth
Knows what it means to be betrayed,
To stand alone,
To feel dismayed
But love of God and all mankind
Drove him to complete His task
He honored each and every one
By doing what the Father asked
Though bruised and broken I may feel
And though I had no Brady home
My Savior has stood by my side
And I am one of his very own.
