My Time Has Come

My time has come... my time has come To rise and meet the day. In hope the woe that follows me Has been lost and gone astray. As I have a desperate need to make amends To burnish up my life. And fight those fiendish hounds from Hell Who wish from me another mortal slice. My time has come... my time has come To accomplish many things. And make such time that I have left Worthy to stir an Angel's heart to sing. But time has never been kind to me So I must wrestle with its claws. In hopes to usurp a brief respite And further hamper Nature's laws. My time has come... my time has come To seek out and find my Son. And tell him of the pride I feel Before my time is done. And pray he may forgive me For my many foolish ways. And gather about him the memories Of my hope for better days. My time has come... my time has come To further count the cost. Where my spirit soars to right past wrongs And find dear friends whom I have lost. As I hope to find sweet salvation Tucked within their warm embrace. And with their help, a fervent desire to sample A smattering of God's eternal Grace. My time has come... my time has come To settle up my debts. As it is time to pay the piper And surrender to the One I most respect. So with one last thought of tasks undone, My mortal corpse I shed. For as you see... my time has come... I now lie here cold and dead.