Dear Johnny Q. I feel you slipping away,
Hold my hand until that Heavenly day

When Christ shall bid you: "Johnny, arise!"
You'll find the land of endless, sunny skies,

"Fear not, I am with you," the comforter speaks,
"Let no tears trickle down her rosy cheeks,"

"This moment, Mr. Q., is what it's all about,"
"You'll hear the trump of victory and rejoice with a shout."

by D. Edgar Murray 02/26/2000.