Russell G. Robison


I had a conversation
In my dreams with Mister Death
Who mentioned he’d be waiting
When its time for my last breath

He said that he would be there
When my permit was expired
It was his job he said
And one last visit was required

Now hold your horses Mr. D
I still have miles to go
But when I’ve had enough
I will be sure to let you know

We’ll meet again I’m certain
It will be a happy day
For at last I’ll get to tell my God
I’m finally on my way