Poetry by Joye Atkinson

                                                                       FINALLY HOME

As my uncle lay dying in his nursing home bed, he couldn't understand the things people said

For so many years his body declined and alzheimers disease had clouded his mind

Just a few days before he died the Lord Himself came and sat by his side

He said to him gently in a voice soft and low "It's almost time for you to go

Come live in the presence of my Father and me.  There are so many things I want you to see

Your mansion is ready for you to move in.  I started to build it when I cleansed your sins

I can't wait to hold you close to my breast.  In my strong arms I want you to rest

Then I will walk with you on streets made of gold and there you will meet the great saints of old

Then you will meet your family and friends and you'll all live forever where joy never ends

So hold on my child no more must you roam.  I'm coming to get you and welcome you home.

                                                       In Loving Memory Of My Uncle

                                                           Roland Frank Geddings