December 29, 2004

morgue

I had to go to the morgue today. This is the song that I found myself singing while preparing to body for viewing.

Steal Away
Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus,
Steal away, steal away home I ain't got long to stay here.

My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the thunder,
Trumpet sounds within-a my soul,
I ain't got long to stay here.

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus,
Steal away, steal away home I ain't got long to stay here.

Green trees are a-bending,
Poor sinners stand a-trembling.
Trumpet sounds within-a my soul,
I ain't got long to stay here.

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus,
Steal away, steal away home I ain't got long to stay here.

My Lord calls me,
He calls me by the lightning,
Trumpet sounds within-a my soul,
I ain't got long to stay here.

Steal away, steal away, steal away to Jesus,
Steal away, steal away home I ain't got long to stay here.

Sometimes it happens that way.
Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity. Colossians 3:12-14

Posted by tripp at December 29, 2004 03:39 PM
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