Change Of Address

Death is just a change of address Somewhere new now where we will reside, In the ground our body will forever rest But, where our soul goes many have cried. We now live in fine houses and neighborhoods But, of course if we are lucky in this life, Here we have manicured laws or the woods We forbid worries and also strife. We know our neighborhood as the place we live Were we want to grow until the moment we die, Many happy memories we will always relive Until that moment that we say our final goodbye. Then it will be either Heaven or Hell Where we most certainly will reside for an eternity, Neither one will we receive forwarding mail That of course is a certainty. When we die our soul will be sent to a new residence Though not based on income, but on salvation and sin, Immediately will be our presence We then will know what neighborhood we'll end up in. Randy L. McClave