Home At Last

 

      Home At Last

Sitting by the road of life

as the parade goes marching by.

He is carrying a load of strife

as he sits and wonders why?

 

The old man sits and wonders

where his life has gone.

Sure, he made a few blunders

as he lived his life, so long.

 

Happiness is not the final result.

It was often fun along the way.

He could have joined the revolt.

When they invited him to stay.

 

Dead and gone, they all are now.

He would be to if he had joined in.

He lived by the sweat of his brow.

He did his best to never sin.

 

But, now he has little to show

for his life of virtue & purity.

What he lacked, he didn’t know?

He knew he had little surety.

 

In his mind he had gone astray.

He didn’t know when it happened.

He didn’t know the answer anyway.

He just knew it was a crappy end.

 

He outlived all his family

Why,—- he hadn’t a clue.

It wasn’t because he was more manly.

But, he was really feeling blue.

 

Then, a voice spoke to him.

It was that small, quiet voice.

“I can set you free. Amen.”

“Turn to me. You have a choice.”

 

He fell on his face & praised the Lord.

“I am unworthy!!” he cried in agony.

“ I have for you a final reward.”

“Be at peace & let it be.”

 

The old man surrendered his will.

He gave all to the Lord as he was.

Then, he lay down & became very still.

The Lord had taken him to live above.

———————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)

 

 

 

 

 

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