As I sit here finding it hard to breath,
I still feel the need to give.
All I have is my stores to tell,
Hope that will keep me from hell.
I have trusted in the Lord,
All he ever ask of me was to be the best I could be.
I hope that I have made him proud,
That way I may sit next to him when I die.
I feel that I have done what he ask,
As I sit here and visit my past.
Lord I know that your love is true,
Soon I will be sitting next to you.