I'm now at the end, not much longer I'll last.
In these last few hours, I think of my past.
At a young age, I was led to the Lord, from a dear soul winner, preaching the word.
I asked both my parents if I could ride the bus route to the IFB church that he told me
about.
The pastor was preaching about how to be saved.
It only confirmed the choice I had made.
Baptism came next, I obeyed his word, my goal in life was to live for the Lord.
As I started to age, things got in the way, I backslid from church and started to stray.
I got married, had kids, and felt I was blessed, but on the Lord's day, I chose to rest.
I lie here today, not a soul have I won.
Tears fill my eyes, what have I done?
If I'd stayed in church, I'd have grown through his word, then throughout my life, I'd have
won souls to the Lord.
TV and music, and all kinds of fun, they were my life, now my life, it is done.