Tempted and tried we're oft made to wonder
Why it should be thus all the day long
While there are others living about us
Never molested though in the wrong
It leaves a home so lonely and drear
Then do we wonder why others prosper
Living so wicked year after year
A few more days to labor and wait
Toils of the road will then seem as nothing
As we sweep through the beautiful gates
Farther along we'll understand why
Cheer up my brother, live in the sunshine
We'll understand it all by and by
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Farther Along
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