King Of Glory Road Poem by Joyce Hemsley

Glancing through my personal address book
I see pages all faded and torn...
Being beside me for many a year
It has become quite old and forlorn.

There are hundreds of names and addresses
All friends I have met on life's way.
But suddenly, I have become aware
Many entries are not needed today.

You've guessed, they've all gone to Heaven,
Now sharing the same abode:
Care of The Archangel Gabriel,
Down the Holy King of Glory Road.

I must buy me a brand new address book,
A book with a cover of gold
And enter dear names of my Late friends
Who dwell down That glorious road.