Russell G. Robison


Momma always said that death
Was someone we all greet
But he just opens up the door
So God we get to meet

Funny how she spoke of it
But always I recall
Just how she taught us kids
That there was more to life that’s all

After all the shame of us
After all the wrong
After far too many years
We did not sing his song

Yet standing here before His door
He knows the tale I’ll tell
But did He hear the song I sing
And think I sang it well