A FEW MORE YEARS

A few more years, or months, or days,

And we’ll be shouting our Savior’s praise,

In that home He’s prepared,

Beyond the stars.

 

A few more miles, or yards, or inches,

A few more of this world’s knocks and pinches,

And the crown and the victory

Will all be ours.

 

So hold on to thy Brother, Light, and Friend.

Around the corner is the Living “End.”

Our troubled souls will soon fly

These mortal “bars.”      

          – eab, 10/73