Being in the
throes of death,
I shall take my last breath,
And the undertaker will lay my arms,
Across my chest.
Oh, when before the judgment bar I stand,
Can I lift up holy hands,
And declare I have done my very best?
Ah, 'tis a mind boggling thought.
But I am blood bought,
And I must strive to live above sin.
Each and every day,
I must read God's word and pray.
Then, with His help I can make it in!
I know wrong from right!
For I've been shown the light!
I know the very extent of God's love,
Though I'm just a pilgrim and a stranger here,
In this world of doubt and fear,
Journeying toward my eternal home above.
So, I'll keep hope in my soul,
And my eyes on the goal.
Heaven is now coming into view!
In the twinkling of an eye,
Christ will appear in the Eastern sky,
And I shall bid this old world adieu!
Robert F. Dotson © 2010