(March 30, 1931 - November 28, 2010)
Well, it was Sunday mornin' early when I heard that distant call.
I'd been a'mendin' fences since Thanksgiving; two, three days as I recall.
The alarm goin' off seemed early, but I jumped right out of bed;
It was time to dress for worship, Sunday service, straight ahead.
Yes sir, it was Sunday mornin' early when I heard that distant call;
Time to go to worship, givin' thanks to God for all.
Seen Lucy fixin' breakfast; gosh my Lord is good.
She's my pardner and my sidekick; I let her know just where I stood.
Yep, it was Sunday mornin' early when I heard that distant call.
Felt a strange sensation 'bout the service I'd attend;
Knew it would be special, spendin' time with God and friends.
So I stepped on through that kitchen door; time to pray, and eat , and go.
But what came next, to my surprise, a feller could not know.
Music was a rignin' out with sounds I'd never heard.
It was singin' so angelic it caught my off my guard.
It was Sunday morn in heaven and a service to beat all;
Jesus high and lifted up said, "Jay, I sent that call."
Yep, it was Sunday mornin' early when I heard that distant call.
I'd exchanged a world of mendin' fences to join...
"...the best Sunday service of all."
(c) RWHollar
November 30, 2010
*Talked to my friend Kip, son of Julius, on November 30, 2010. We talked about how his dad was getting ready for church the day he went home to be with the Lord. We kidded a little about getting ready for church and waking up in heaven. Kip said, "Yea, that would be the best Sunday service of all." Now, I don't claim to be any great hand at cowboy poetry, but my friend's words got me to thinking. So I sat down and wrote these few thoughts about a dad revered, remembered, and loved.
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