Home. It's not far away
by John Puzzo
The shadows are lengthening for me.
I listen with thirsty ear
I listen with thirsty ear
for days gone past,
where faint bugles sound Reveille
over the cold, damp marsh
And call the Last Post
And call the Last Post
over the mournful sounds
of battlefields grown distant.
I'm just going home.
I'm just going home.
It's not far, just close by...
my friends are there,
my friends are there,
mother and father, too.
Jesus is the door.
Don't be sad...that's not me,
Jesus is the door.
Don't be sad...that's not me,
lying there. I am already gone.
At the shore of the river
At the shore of the river
the boatman waits for his coin.
I shall not disappoint him.
Across the other side
I shall not disappoint him.
Across the other side
Sentinels watch for to welcome me,
and as they all were called, beckon
“Brother, home my brother.
and as they all were called, beckon
“Brother, home my brother.
The load you bore is left
for others to carry, yet over there…
So hang your cap upon this tree
and wait not long, You Sentinel.
In time you, too will see
another coming to these gates…
That others will be free.”
So hang your cap upon this tree
and wait not long, You Sentinel.
In time you, too will see
another coming to these gates…
That others will be free.”
“I am only one, but I am one. I can't do everything, but I can do something. The something I ought to do, I can do, and by the grace of God, I will.” ~Everett Hale
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