The Last Goodbye
I’m on my way to greet my master
And shake his hand when I die.
I’m on my way to john sweet Jesus
In his mansion beyond on high.
I’m on my way to escape man’s woes
Where the faithful rise to tell their story.
Following the path of love and compliance.
Guided by God’s magnificence and glory.
As I journey to and from all I love
It hurts to say my absolute goodbye.
I’m on my way to divine fulfillment
But for those left behind, “I cry”.
The Last Goodbye
By Tom Zart
Soldier For The Lord
Copyright © Tom Zart | Year Posted 2007
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