Lary Houston Poet Rhyme

Almost Home

My feet are so weary
from this long and rough road.
My back's bent and aching
from carrying this load.

But I'm almost home now
and my spirits are singing.
Not too much longer
welcome bells will be ringing.

Friends will come gather
to welcome me there.
and my Dear, Sweet, Savior
will show me to my chair.

I'll place my last burden
on the ground at His feet.
My tears will be flowing,
but, Oh, they'll be sweet.

Then I'll see all my old friends
who have gone on before
and together we'll gather
to wait for some more.

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 9, 2009 at 10:03 AM Lary, I am waiting on that day. It will be so wonderful. I am patient as I still have things here on earth he wants me to do and I have my family and friends here. There is no rush to get there but that is why I am being good it is where I wish to go when my time comes.Outstanding write. Love, Carol