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I used to roam the fields and hunt
Walk all day with nary a grunt
Train the dogs to confront a quail
Spend the night recalling their trail

I used to go to shops and trade
Be delighted with deals I made
Items others had rejected
I found, restored, and collected

I repaired old cars with my hands
Then ran the roads with bluegrass bands
Played music and to songs gave voice
Helping the crowds to laugh and rejoice

Then life took a different tone
The music stopped, my body groaned
I required help to get on my feet
Then someone had to help me eat

My voice grew weak, my mind did fade
For each function I needed aid
In spite of frustration and pain
I tried my best not to complain

Then came a longing in my soul
I began to reach for the goal
No more in this bed I would lie
I was tired, it was time to die

Then you gathered around my bed
Spoke softly, gently stroked my head
Sang the familiar gospel songs
As I prepared for the ransomed throng

As you gathered and sang below
I heard a voice say, it’s time to go
God in heaven His angel sent
And I left behind my earthly tent

I joined the choir right from the start
They have given me a good part
I want you each to realize
With the saints I now harmonize.

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