Come And Gone

Sad are thoughts forlorn
of those who've gone before
so dreadful lonesome we feel
seems as tho we'd never heal

Down through the long years
for them shed a fount of tears
countless memories painfully drawn
knowing they'd come . . . and gone

Ah, but how much more dreadful
the unrelenting eternal notion
no cure for which we tremble
no doctor, no witches potion

Can soothe away the truth or woe
of that place we'll eternal go
knowing times of salvations' chance
we spurned away with devils dance

Knowing now true loneliness
a lifetime full of wantonness
realizing eternal long
we've sang damnation song

To the church they'll gladly run
caring not for wealth or sun
seeing timeless eternal dawn
realizing He's Come . . . and Gone

George Cavaness

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Come And Gone
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