This Is My Story

When I pass over, and the time has come
And I look on days gone by,
To think about the race I've run
About life and the time to die.

While looking back on the wrist of time
Is there anything I would like to change?
Can't leave now, the race isn't over
So let me quickly work to re-arrange.

Now each pulse seems a bit quicker
A little faster than before,
The days piled up against my soul
As the sand piles on the shore.

Now,Let Gabriel sound his trumpet
What is there yet to be done?
To sing my song and praise the Lord
My course is finished and the fight is won.