No one knows but our Father
When our day will finally come
For only He can call our spirits
Calling His angels for us to come
It happens one day for a person
And another day for someone else
We read the papers as their lives pass
Never even thinking about ourselves
On the day my Lord they hung You
Upon that old and rugged tree
Of the two who hung beside You
Only one recognized Your eternity
For if we look back upon our own families
And see the tmies that each one did pass
We never entertained that It would happen
But when the time came it happened fast
So remember well these words my brethern
The most important thing you should know
Believe that Christ is the Son of God
And never worry about the time to go.
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