Sunset last Saturday on Dad's Ranch
[This is one of the posts telling a story from the life of my Dad.
to see the others.]
As you roll across the trestle
spanning Jordan's swelling tide,
you'll behold the union depot
into which your train will glide.
There you'll meet the Superintendent: God the Father, God the Son,
with a hearty, joyous plaudit: "Weary pilgrim, welcome home!"