I feel I’m almost Home, Lord
I’m tired yet I can’t sleep
So many thoughts are haunting me
So many emotions, deep.
Will there be time to tell someone
I loved them unto death?
Time to ask friends and family
To choose You with my last breath?
I may have no tomorrow, yet
There may be many days
To live here on this earth Lord
Still time to learn Your ways.
But yet I think it wiser
To treat each day as my last
So I won’t put off a moment
Some small important task.
So though I’m almost Home, Lord
I need a little time
To show folk that You love them
And You’re a Friend of mine.
Wyn Barratt
Dec 2011.
2 comments:
Hhmmm, good thoughts to ponder Wyn, whether we are 50 or 80 years old.
I find the 'if only's' increase with age!
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