I'm waiting at God's bus stop

There are others in the queue

No one knows for certain

Just when their bus is due.

He has a frequent service

Twenty four hours I'm told

I hope it isn't very long

I'm getting rather cold

There's such a cross section of people

Every creed and race

No one pushing and pulling

Each waiting in their place

I'm off to meet a loved one

Who left on a coach before

It will be great to see them

When I walk through heaven's door

I'm not afraid of the journey

Though it may be a bumpy ride

And worth having a single ticket

To be back at their side

Okay, I've had a happy life

But all must go some day

It's going to be so great though

To say, Hi! I'm here to stay

It's going to be sad leaving loved ones

That may seem rather unkind

Though we're all in the queue at God's bus stop

There's another one not far behind. By R Taylor

Adrian Road, Bolton

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