No money, fame or mansions of glory
What is it I have to show
In my life's story
Joy and sorrow put to past
What is it I leave behind
Not monuments of bricks and stone
Life has no meaning in personal glory
You come to see me on Sunday
But what of the rest
Do I not lay in state, inside your chest
It is what I have taught
And learned from those I love
Nothing left behind
Words on paper tell my story
No color or races of different kinds
Only people hand and hand
Headed to my fathers promise land
Jimmy j
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