It is written in my Dad's book.
The chaff has been sorted, harvest time is over, The end of my time on Earth has come, I will soon be in our kingdom where I can reminisce my former days on earth, It's written in your book
The fields have turned yellow; the millers have reaped. The grain has been gathered, put into silos not seen anymore, I will leave the beauty, the signs are everywhere, We will be together It's written in your book.
My message will spread around the world, The fields have turned golden, My time on earth is near over, All will be perfect, It's written in my your book.
Harvest time is over, I leave my quill and parch-ment, Look for me the first time, Heaven is magnificent,
It's written in your book.
DR. KARL WALLACE D.D.S.
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