The coach hath come, the ride, arrived...will any, of a courage...step aboard, or shall I sip the sweet decanter, of the dream...alone? For, I continue on the way, nor any slow the steed, hath silver shoe and bridle...and a starry crown, for me.
I ride, and as the world and worry flee, and as all doubt recede...I see the mountains, and the mansions of my lord...on high. I know, that through the long and everlasting he will be with me.
Amen!
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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