And There Will I Be Buried
The Presby’s had their pastorates as long as they were lean;
The Methodists much shorter ones, two years, or so it seems;
The other types quite varied were, upon each circumstance,
But as I look upon it now, each more than happenstance.I like the Presby model ’cause they had some things to say,
They'd walk with folks throughout their lives as they lived out their day;
The Methodists did not stay ’round, less trained upon the Word –
So they would saddle up their horse and head off through the wood.I heard one time about a guy who bought a plot of land,
Quite small it was, but strong its word to let folks understand –
‘I'm here for the duration, folks, just want you all to know.
I've bought a plot of ground for me – it's where my bones will go’.When Ruth gave forth her wish to go along with her new mom,
Back to the Holy Land with her (she'd married her dead son),
She gave us words we use today when making man and wife –
‘Together let us go from here, with you I'll make my life’.The end of those fair words she spoke came back to me this week,
“ ’Tis where I'll die, be buried there, no other life I'll seek’.
For that is how I feel right now, set on my chosen course –
I choose to settle down a while, not saddle up my horse.I went out first and bought a pet – a furry bunny brown
Who doesn't go far from his nest, needs me to be around.
The kids selected out of name, “'Tis Scribbles it will be”
A fine name that, indeed it is quite suitable for me.For day by day I write these words – some scribbles on a page;
I twitch my nose, and flick my ears, sit quiet like a sage;
I don't say much, but have some thoughts for those who hear what's said
Communicated silently – with pictures, books, and web.And next I think I'll buy a plot for me and for my wife,
And settle down here in this place, live out the rest of life
Without distraction of the road and lands which I can't see –
This little piece of turf's enough for them to some day bury me.navigation