To be Frank

I was a thousand miles from Wales,
So I could not attend,
As would a family member, friend,
The fun'rals for Frank and Frank.

Frank I'd known for all my life
And Frank about two score.
The one has gone to heaven above,
The other, I'm not sure.

They both were sinners, it is clear,
Though one had been to pris'n.
One only liked too much his beer,
The other had done worse.

It is the one who did what's worse,
The one who went to prison
Who I'm convinced is now in heav'n,
Although that seems perverse.

My mother's brother did not turn
And trust in Christ, it seems,
But brother Frank had come to learn
That faith in Christ redeems.