To Granny
My latest sun is sinking fast
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph has begun
I know I‘m near the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear
I hear the waves on Jordan‘s banks
The crossing must be near
words by Jefferson Hascall
Roger Gunzinger 04/04/2011 21:20
Ein Farbtupfer in der grauen Wüste