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FINAL DISPATCH | ||||||||||
I've been called to many duties Lord, And now I've been called home I've had to leave the ones I love To stand before your throne I'll not complain, it's not my way But there are some things I'll ask As I am dispatched one last time For My final task And please Lord, grant them to me For the loved ones I hold fast. I dare to ask because I know How you've blessed me in the past I've learned to trust in your grace oh Lord, That's how I've come this far. So now oh God, I humbly pray, Hear this fireman's prayer. Bless my wife and family so often left alone They knew where I was going and trusted you to bring me home Well now I'm home and wait for them keep them within the faith That one day, some day We'll be together in this wonderful place And oh dear God, bless my friends with peace and understanding I've been dispatched to my final call It's what I've always been planning. I need to know you're with them Lord Or else how can I stay And peacefully enjoy this place Of endless sunny days. And Lord be with my community And keep it safe as it can be For all it's folks are special And very dear to me While I spent my time on earth I served them best I could So listen to this fireman's prayer Grant it please, I knew you would I hear the tones one last time Calling me home to rest Sweet music to my ears My final dispatch, the best. By Christine Sears |
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