Final Post...



Naphtali's Gate

Listen, all you poets, you lyricists and singers!
Listen all who strum or pluck with music in your fingers!
Its time for this troubadour to pack his tunes, and go.
But now as I'm leaving—I'll say this, so you'll know...

Someday I'll be waiting at Naphtali's Gate,
On the first New Moon in our good God's golden city.
Someday I'll be watching at Naphtali's Gate,
If I don't see you there—Lord, what a pity!
I've got a gig to catch now some place beyond the dawn,
One day there'll be no parting. Till then, friends, carry on.

Listen, you word weavers, you storytellers, too!
Listen as I sing this song I wrote for you!
Your company I treasure, but my road calls me ahead.
Till we meet again, remember what I've said...

Someday I'll be waiting at Naphtali's Gate,
On the first New Moon in our good God's golden city.
Someday I'll be watching at Naphtali's Gate,
If I don't see you there—Lord, what a pity!
I've got a gig to catch now some place beyond the dawn,
Someday there'll be no parting. Till then, friends, carry on.

I'll carry you in my heart,
I'll speak your names in prayer.
This song's the bond between us,
I'll sing it for you there.

Someday I'll be waiting at Naphtali's Gate,
On the first New Moon in our good God's golden city.
Someday I'll be watching at Naphtali's Gate,
If I don't see you there—Lord, what a pity!
I've got a gig to catch now some place beyond the dawn,
Someday there'll be no parting. Till then, friends, carry on.
Someday we sing with angels. Till then, friends, carry on.
Now my songs are finished. I'll miss you. Now I'm gone.

c2008 Skip Johnson
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Last edited by Skip Johnson; 06/14/08 11:29 PM.