Reflecting With Ralph

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.