"A Temporary Thing".... by my friend Bobby Abel
   Lyrics ::::

There is one thing from my childhood memories,
I remember from way back when;
All the visits that I made through the backwoods,
To visit my uncle Ben.

The house that he lived in was tattered,
And for food, it seemed he needed more;
The clothes he wore had great big patches,
But not as big as the smile he wore;

We’d always just sit around on the front porch
and talk ...or maybe just listen to the forest…to
the animals,the birds…and the trees. And always
before I’d leave….Uncle Ben would pick up his banjer
and would play and start to sing......

Don’t worry ‘bout the house I live in,
I know my table’s not fit for a king;
Don’t worry ‘bout the clothes I’m wearing,
It’s just a temporary thing;

‘Till I’ll live in a big, gold mansion,
And eat manna from above;
I’ll wear a robe of fine, white linen,
In my Father’s house above.

Just the other day I made a visit,
To my home town once again;
For old times sake I walked to the forest,
Where once lived my old friend!!!

Only the chimney was standing,
The house was a tumbled-down thing;
And in the silence of the forest,
I thought I heard a banjo ring;

I listened for what seemed like forever
and, just when I started to leave
I could still hear the banjo strummin’
Then Uncle Ben started to sing.


Don’t worry ‘bout the house I live in,
I know my table’s not fit for a king;
Don’t worry ‘bout the clothes I’m wearing,
It’s just a temporary thing;

‘Till I’ll live in a big, gold mansion
And eat manna from above;
I’ll wear a robe of fine, white linen,
In my Father’s house above.


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