My Time

When my time has run its course, I’ll greet it with my smile! Remembering back upon it, how I ran its long short mile.
  I’ll be seeing all its sorrow, yes even all its pain. Remembering all the storm clouds, and every drop of rain.
  Yet within its stormy weather, I see the Promised Son! He comes to show the rainbows, of everything I love!
  So feel no sorrow for me, I have no fear of death. Its just another storm cloud before my final breath!