I thread back, like, some ninety-some
Years when mother and dad had me, since
6 months of age, why recalling? India bound, of course, a prince,
Prince of Wales, so long ago! Remember well the time
King George the IV with three before Him, I think,
Sure, I recall, thanks to Britishers. The link!
Older brother, father and mother, Miss Terrel came along,
Herbert Henry Cox, full name, and Miss Tefrit, so full of song!
Sure, why I sing wherever I go? The hymns I love the best!
Knit way inside me! But popular worldly, you can forget!
But on that hill so far away, stood
That Old Rugged cross,
Emblem of suffering and shame!
Hanging there suffering loss!
Man’s sins to atone. Everywhere
Red, the yellow, black, and white.
Like, children searching for pleasure
Dying in wrong, not right!
The wrong preferred the sinful pleasures
For dying, going to Hell!
Rejecting eternal treasure
In Heaven with angels to dwell–
With the Christ who died to save all!
Nailed there on that cross,
Many now who know no bettter
Die! Suffering the loss!
Are we to blame? Failing to tell
Those rejecting the name
Jesus, Heaven, lost – place of Hell.
Can just bow our heads in shame!
Pleading guilty, the Sam 10.20.12