Just when I begin  to forget how sick I am,

                            things come in the mail to remind me

that my time to meet Jesus is getting closer.

Oh, I don't mind so much anymore,

It's just that doctors keep messin' up my day,

Sendin' reminder notices for appointments

                           three weeks away.

Bills keep comin' in the mail that I can't work to pay,

And so-called friends who said they'd call, like uh, YESTERDAY.

But, all of this is okay, 'cause God and His angels

                         are fixin' me a place, and I don't have to pre-pay,

'cause Jesus gave of Himself  long ago,

He paid the all-consuming price with his body, for my soul.

                    So, it's really okay, 'cause I'm movin' on.

I'm not stressin' over the things I didn't have,

             Or the things that I'm leavin' undone, like ...

                          Or people who passed me by because of my affliction.

As I spend more time at home in isolation,

                      in quiet reflection and meditation,

                                      in preparation,

                 earthly things have no power over me.

                 So it's really okay, 'cause I'm movin' on.