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"Last Run"
Oh Lord above
When it comes my time,
Mark my "home"
With a solid white line.
No curves or detours
To slow down my routes,
Just a weary old driver
In worn out old boots.
But if on my way
I should chance to see,
Any more of His children,
Well, I'll bring them with me.
Oh, we'll have lots to do,
Prayers to pray, songs to sing
On this "Last Run to Heaven"
To our glorious King,
We'll be quite a sight,
Even raise some alarms,
But Our Savior will welcome us
With wide open arms.
I'll long for this day
With each turn of a mile,
To see the face of my Jesus
And the warmth of his smile.
We'll be lifted up,
Led out of the dark,
And my tired old truck,
I can finally park.
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March 20, 2002
Written by: Debbie Stangil
in Loving Memory of "Tail Gater" |
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