My Time Has Come Poem by David McHattie

My time has come... my time has come
To rise and meet the day.
In hopes the woe that follows me
Has been lost and gone astray.
As I have a desperate need to make amends
And 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 it's 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 day 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 the dear friends who I have lost.
As I hope to find a sweet salvation
Tucked amongst 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.

The End