Traveling down this road
Dusty and long
I met a man...
I was in no hurry
so beside him I sat.
He gave me drink
and filled my ear
with a sweet melody.
Familiar was his song-
I had heard it before.
I joined him as
the chorus he sang.
Empty my thrist became-
My ears were satisfied.
Slowly I arose,
Turning away -
I heard him say:
"Again our paths shall meet..."
"True" I agreed.
Miles beyond that point
They melody came back.
Again I sang
That simple tune.
I had known it:
For it was my Father's song.
Plain truth He had spoken,
when he said:
"Again our paths shall meet."
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