Here

Puffy white clouds
Against a sky so blue
Been replaced by
Gray

The wind does blow
I know what follows
As I speak it's here
Rain

Glorious time

Just a sweet memory I'm having this morning.

Standing next to Daddy when I was just a little boy in church while that precious song Come Home Come Home Jesus is Calling being sung at the alter call brings a tear of joy to my eyes.

What a glorious time that will be when reunited with our loved ones.

I can hardly wait.

Going home

His life's slipping away
More changes seen everyday
God hold him in your hands
All things considered he's a good man

I will miss him when gone
Calling me Chief instead of John
No more field goals to kick
He's going home