In, a barn is where I hid.

They called me Stinky, because of where God, placed me.

Just like our Lord, Jesus Christ.

I miss my family, Janet, and those loving hands.

But, God called me home, to be with him.

As I walked accross the Bridge, to fields of Gold, I was told.

No more pain, and grieve not for those you left.

Here, you will never grow old.

I could never speak to you.

To let you know.

How much I loved you.

I did, you know.

Your loving touch, and hand on my back.

I know you would want me back.

But, I was tired, and growing weak.

Where I am at, here in the clouds.

I am watching for you.

And when God calls you Home, I will be there to meet you.

Look down, when you walk that Golden Path.

Thats me, around your feet.

When you go to sleep at night, and feel a soft touch.

Please dont be startled,or worry to much.

Its me, Stinky, just me.

Please, dont cry, wipe those tears.

Because, Mommie, I am not alone up here.

There other loving Angels waiting to hold you, dear.

When sleep is ready to take you, one last time.

Just remember, Stinky will be there, Stinky will be there.