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.

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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.

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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, Oct. ’73.