The Train Home

In memory of Spencer E. White,Jr.

My time has come
The minutes become hours,
My time is done
And the train is coming near.

My body’s tired and weak,
But yet I am strong,
The journey is at its peak
As the train comes near.

And I when my soul is to be at rest and at peace,
As I am before the Master,
I ring out my praises loud from heart that will never cease
As that train comes near.

Farewell old world time be no more,
My race has finished now,
I travel onward to those distant shores
As that train comes near
And now taking me home.....

5 Dec. 2018

Kenneth R. Jenkins
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