James Whitcomb Riley - His Mother lyrics

DEAD! my wayward boy--_my own_-- Not _the Law's!_ but _mine_--the good God's free gift to me alone, Sanctified by motherhood. "Bad," you say: Well, who is not? "Brutal"--"with a heart of stone"-- And "red-handed."--Ah! the hot Blood upon your own! I come not, with downward eyes, To plead for him shamedly,-- God did not apologize When He gave the boy to me. Simply, I make ready now For _His_ verdict.--_You_ prepare-- You have k**ed us both--and how Will you face us There!