Shoes And Socks Poem by Richard Merrell

My body to the grave will go
Down in a wooden box
Laid to rest in comfort
Wearing shoes and socks.
But no matter how it goes
It's all the same to me
I don't intend to be around
When they bury it, you see.
For I shall be with Yeshua
My spirit with the Lord,
My body will go to the grave
Stiff as an ironing board!
Many there may gather
Around my burial plot
Some will say, 'he's with the Lord'
Others, 'no he's not! '

Now it dosen't really matter
What other people say
For I shall be with Yeshua
And come with Him that Day.
So I think it will be wise
To save those shoes and socks
Give them to the poor
And bury just the box!

2 Corinthians 5: 4-9