A Christmas Funeral

It was Christmastime of ought-five The whether had finally turned cold The news came that Mr. Ray had passed Now everyone had to be told About the plans to honor him And how we’d do that at the church Where he gave his life and two loves And now; an end to his search His daughter asked me to sing a song I was honored but afraid Afraid that I wasn’t worthy Then, He spoke; and I obeyed Mr. Ray’s grandson told me, “Your dad sang at my grandpa B's service.” I said, “That’s somethin',” and thought, “Thanks for making me nervous.” Bing Crosby, Eddie Arnold and me We sang Rock of Ages From Our Favorite Hymns we picked After turning lots of pages

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