At the end of the day

At the end of the day
When all papers go away
And lips just ain't enough to say
With friends going out each on their way

At the end of the day
When a dreamer passed away
A man of courage, wisdom, and passion that fully sway
A week full of memories in the month of May
A city where its skies turned to gray

At the end of the day
When all heads bowed down
When everyone looked to the Son
And thank Him for all that He has done

At the end of the day
When everybody’s gone
And I continue to move on
Reaching that vision, shining that beacon

At the end of the day
While looking at His shimmering ray
I hope my Master would say
“Well done, thou good and faithful servant,”

Lynchburg, May 2007