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HAND IN HAND

by: Howard Pyle

I'll be coming home Darling, When the Master calls,

My life on earth will be through,

I'll stroll that green valley,To our Heavenly home,

And walk hand in hand with you.

That day that you left me, Was all I could bear,

Long nights of sorrow I knew,

Soon we'll be together,In that City of Gold,

And I'll walk hand in hand with you.

I won't need you address,I'll find you up there,

I know it's a wonderful view,

I'll sing your song* The one you loved best,

And walk hand in hand with you.

I'll leave this old house, I'll just close the door,

All the time of waiting now through,

God bless this old house for sheltering me,

Till I walk hand in hand with you.

*You're my best friend

*Jammer's Poetry Corner*

Retirement in Paradise

by: Howard Pyle

I'll take my retirement in Heaven,

Away from earth's troubles and cares,

I'll be once again with my loved ones,

For I know they are awaiting me there.

I'll meet past friends and old neighbors,

Who have all gathered into the fold,

Once again we'll sing "Rock of Ages",

In that beautiful city of gold.

I hope there's a piano in Heaven,

So Mother can play as before,

As she always did in our boyhood,

Once again on that beautiful shore.

I'll be singing the lead for our quartet,*

Baker will sing bass as back then,

Brother Kenny will be singing the tenor,

And Billy will know when to join in.

Our quartet will sing on forever,

Up there beyond the blue sky,

And the angels will join in the chorus,

In that place where we'll never more die.

* We did have the New Haven Quartet and sang on radio sponsored by a Funeral Home

ME AND MY HARMONICA

by: Stan Gray

It's me and my harmonica

Wherever I go,

Cause someone might want a little tune,

I never know.

It hides there in my pocket

In a little plastic bag

And I play it for my own pleasure,

When my time seems to drag.

It is a constant companion

In my world of wishes and dreams,

Cause when I get a little bit down,

It bolsters my spirit it seems.

Most people never get that enjoyment,

Or know how that could be.

I found that's the only way to go---

My trusty harmonica and me.

Arkansas Morning

by: Bobby Smith

A gentle breeze brings perfume,through my window,

of Honeysuckle and Wild Rose in bloom;

Enticing me to look upon her beauty,

Virtures of the Morning Bride,in June:

Sweet music comes from birds, in celebration,

To signal that the Bride is close at hand;

Then morning fog rolls in to briefly veil.

The beauty, of the Bride,and here we stand:

Waiting for the first glimpse, as she enters,

Breathlessly, we watch her make her way;

Step by step, sweetly she entranses,

With beauty that no picture can portray:

Then Father Sun rolls back the fog, revealing,

The beauty of the Bride beneath the veil;

And I the anxious Bridegroom, stands in waiting,

Eager to partake, of all the precious gifts,

she will unveil:

~Bobby Smith copyright 1999

(3rd collection)

Forever Changed

by: Bobby Smith

Time marches on, life keeps repeating,

Days come and go, memories are fleeting;

In triumph and trial, sadness remains,

I am forever changed:

Moments of sorrow, mixed in with laughter,

Longings to see you, in the here-after;

Treasuring life, but calling your name,

I am forever changed:

Everything's seasoned, with the salt of a teardrop,

Dreams of you melt, like sunlight to snow-drop;

Sweet bitter truths, forever the same,

I am forever changed:

-Bobby Smith

copyright:2000 (4th collection)

My lighthouse

There's a lighthouse in my distance

That signals a hazard there,

So as I sail the passage of life,

I should pass that point with care.

Everyone's life has a lighthouse,

Some not as bright as should be;

For others, the lamp has been extinguished

And the hazards they cannot see.

My lighthouse is burning brightly,

Fueled by my prayers before bed

And my devotion to the Good Lord,

Assuring me safe passage ahead.

Stanley T. Gray

© STG 2007