This was written in March 01 - And it was written upon my inpending death as that is always before me - to live each day as tho it were my last - keeps me honest and true

                             --- A G I N G ---

Time, time, time is passing away
and here I am eighty today

There is much to do yet
And I guess I must just get

Only one place to go now
I must be heaven bound

It must all stay behind
I'll need nothing of this kind

My sins I bury with my body
They were paid for long ago

By the Shepherd named 'Jesus'
Who will greet me at the door

Only the LOVE I have given freely
Will I pack into my bag

And I go with a glad heart
To the Savior of my Soul