COUNTDOWN
THERE IS NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT TO BE LIVING
HERE IN THIS OLD WORLD;
EVEN THOUGH FOLKS ARE HUSTLING ALL AROUND,
STIRRED UP IN A BIG WHIRL.
LET THE WARS RAGE ON, AND THE EARTHQUAKES RUMBLE;
THE END'S TOO NEAR IN SIGHT FOR ME TO GRUMBLE!
WITH THE RISING OF THE SUN EACH DAY ,I WONDER;
COULD THIS BE THE DAY WE ALL GET TO MOVE UP YONDER?
IT'S JUST A BREATH BEYOND OUR GRASP;
QUICKLY ALL EARHTLY THINGS WILL BE PAST.
FASTER THAN WE CAN BLINK OUR EYE,
WE'LL BE LIVING 'WAY UP HIGH!
THE TRIALS WE SUFFER EACH DAY, THE PAIN WE BEAR
WILL ALL BE LESS THAN MEMORIES, WHEN WE GET UP THERE.
EACH DAY THE GOING GETS A LITTLE BIT ROUGHER;
BUT I'M NEAR HOME-TURF, AND I'M JUST GETTING TOUGHER.
SO, COME ON, DEVIL, I'LL FIGHT YOU ANOTHER ROUND;
BUT YOU BETTER HURRY UP, 'CAUSE THE TRUMPET'S FIXING TO SOUND!
Joy Marie Parker