Brother Jessie was nearly ninety
I knew he soon would die.
I visited him at the nursing home
So I could say goodbye.
He was in such fragile health
I only stayed awhile.
And when I left his bedside
He thanked me with a smile.
He'd been a leader in our church
For almost forty years.
And when the Good Lord called him home
I shed those Heavenly tears.
No finer Christian
I'll recall with a sigh.
Glad I made that one last trip
So I could say goodbye.
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