The Long Journey Home

I watched the old fellow fight back the pain as he stood to his feet, You could see the difficulty just trying to get out of his seat. But he didn’t complain on the contrary he said he was blessed., He said he knew of a couple folks that would trade places with him he guessed. He said no matter what is wrong you have to make the best out of it, And besides what good would it do to get all mad and throw a fit. He said the old Good Lord knows what I can handle and what I can’t, I don’t think he would pile anymore on me than I can handle and please don’t go thinking I’m one of them saints. He said I’m just old and tired and I’ve run my race, Now I just sit and wait for that day I can look upon my Saviors face. Don’t think it will be long till He comes calling on me, He said I’m sure enough ready cause there is someone up yonder I’m sure wanting to see. Just about all my friends and family done gone on ahead, Glory bound, glory bound was the last words the old fellow said. He looked at me and smiled then he crumpled to the ground, I knelt down over him and I saw in his old face it was peace he had found. Well I reached in my pocket and pulled out my phone, And called 9-11 and waited so as not to leave the old guy laying there alone. I watched as they covered his face and placed him in the ambulance and then drove away, I never got his name but you can bet I’ll sure enough remember him till my dying days.