 The House at the Near
End of the Street
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The
Children are grown, and I am
alone
in the house at the near end
of the street
For the loved
one who made this
house a home,
has gone her
Savor to meet.
Fond memories
of her linger still to
ease my troubled
heart.
"Oh how I wish
death had not come
that we should
have to part",
But-to death due
us part was the
promise I made
her a long time ago.
All the love and
honor she game me
still cheers me
when lonely I grow.
So I will continue
on for her my
darling, doing
all I know she would
have me to do.
Until the time
my call comes from
heaven, and life's
troubles and
trials are all
through.
Then together
with all of our loved
ones we can sit
at the dear Master's
feet.
Ending all separation
and sorrow in
the house at the
near end of the street.
Dale Bennett
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