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Driving slowly on Rum Gully Road,
memories start tumbling down.
I'm going to my childhood home~~
to that hallowed ground.
I'm walking down a leaf-covered path~
I see that gentle bend ahead.
I marvel at my moss-laden oak trees
and sadness~at Moma's flower bed~
Now I'm out back to the deserted garden,
past the barn and onto the fields.
Nature still shows her beauty
even without the harvest yield.
It is sooo quiet now, but the voices
from the past sounds clear.
I hear Momma loudly calling,
"Come in for supper, you hear?"
My mind returns to the present.
I want My Daddy and Mom.
I know I will see them~
I hope it won't be long.
I know there is a Special place.
We will eat supper again~~
No need for memories
when God conquers all sin.
