When It’s My Time

When it’s my time to go on home

And leave this world behind

I pray I leave a legacy

That’s gentle and very kind.

I pray there will be many

That testify of His grace

Not because of what I did

But because they saw His face.

I hope my name is not untamed

And leaves a bitter taste

But that my memory is honey filled

With Christ and His lovely ways.

I pray some may too witness here

That they too became strong and bold

Because they learned of His great love

And with them He broke the mold.

I’d like to not be remembered as

A religious zealot of law

But of a servant patient and real

Who listened more than talked.

I’d like to be highly spoken of

As a matter of integrity

That to the best I daily did

Desire His holy means.

I pray the gifts that were given me

Will continue after I’m long gone

And I was also able to forgive

Whenever I’d been wronged.

I beg thee, O’Lord, let the songs still sing

Over the broken of heart

Giving the life, love, and hope

That Jesus supplied on the cross.

January 22, 2018