On a clear summer night in the hill country
of Northeastern Oklahoma you can hear,
if you listen carefully enough,
music from a brush arbor gospel meeting.
Music that was sung during the dirty thirties



They are singing now
listen and you can hear them.
"This earth is not my home"
I'm just passing through"
and it goes on from there



That was all I heard
but that was enough
for most of those singers
have passed on through,
proving that they were right,
They were homeward bound,
even then



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I found this in my Moms "treasure Box"
dated 1939
and I wanted to share it
I do hope you will enjoy and pass it on
** KC **