Bob Roberts 16th January 2024

As I wander down life's road Along it's winding bends I think of those who travel not I think of absent friends So I turn to memories made In other times gone by I think of those I travelled with I feel………like I could cry At first I fight away my tears My mind is all a blur And then a smile lights up my face As memories start to stir The love and warmth you always gave At last I understand I feel your love, there is no grave, You're in the promised land As I wander, down life's road Along it's winding bends I think of those, who travel not I think, of absent friends Now I know, we travel still Together all the way Absent friends we'll meet again At God's behest some day