Mark Barker

For Reuben
(Mark Barker)

Broken talk, a crooked walk
Boxes tied upon his shoulders
Frozen nights, a wind that bites
You know people can be colder

Little ones with their dime store guns
Needing someone for the bad man
Husbands and wives, men trading knives
They’re all laughing more than he can

Chorus:

But a better day is coming
When the Lord will take him home
There’ll be dancing all around, robes and shining gowns
There’ll be a song to sing
Where the healthy and the lame all shall be the same
The angel’s harps will ring
On that day