THE WAY HOME
(© Marion Stewart)
Oh, Lord.
When I am gone
forever without mercy
to plea my case,
Children get your ticket ready
for that Train will come this way.
Don't you want to go with me
on that Resurrection Day?
Poor worried pilgrims,
when we hear the whistle blow,
we'll go shouting to the Station,
and be free from sin and woe.
Oh, that hope.
How bright it glitters,
when to Jesus I've been true.
I've got my ticket ready
and that Train will take me through
when I'm gone.
Don't worry over me.
I'll be Home
in the land beyond the sea,
in the Land of Promise.
No tear will I cry.
Children come and go with me
to Heaven,
to my Home above the skies.
Use the links below to see more of my grandfather's poetry. Fuzzy Angel is a story I wrote when remembering my grandparents.
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