Last
Trip Home
I
wish I could go home again,
One
time, before I die,
To
where the grass seems always
green,
And
mountains touch the sky,.
I
wish that I could see again,
The
old farm I once knew,
I
see it in my mind’s eye now,
The
corn is wet with dew.
I
wonder if the old shed stands,
Wherein,
my youth I played,
And
is that wooden fence still
there,
That
dad and granddad made?
It
wont be long till harvest time,
The
reaper’s coming soon,
I
wish I could go home again,
And
see the farm in June.
God’s
hand upon the meadow,
Wild
Flowers blossom now,
The
planter resting in the barn,
Beside
the idle plough.
The
rake be rusting in the yard,
It’s
seen its better days,
How
much I’m like that implement,
In
many, many ways.
Oh
God, please take me home again,
To
that farm I once knew,
Thank
you Lord, I see it now,
It’s
coming into view.
I’m
here, Oh Lord, I’m home
again,
This
once, before I die,
To
where the grass seems always
green,
And
mountains touch the sky. |