Dig My Jazz
Roses will rain
When I meet the train
Of eternal existence.
Jesus will find me
In a boxcar singing
A sad song slow and sweet.
The suffering hillside
Has been steep,
But I’ve patiently overcome
Every unexpected disappointment,
There’s nothing I regret,
St. Gabriel will dig my jazz.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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