I had an appointment with the
doctor, but I refused to go,
What's causing all this pain, well, I don't
Had an appointment Sunday
evening, at the church down the street.
There was a miracle there awaiting, I missed
it, Now I weep.
Is today your appointed time,
to give your heart to God?
Is that straight and narrow road, your
appointed place to trod?
We each have an appointment,
that divine appointed time,
That we will answer for our sins, you for
yours, and me for mine.
When I stand before the King,
on that great and glorious day,
I want him to welcome me in, I want to hear
Welcome home my faithful
child, I've been waiting here for you,
There's so much here to enjoy, so much for
you to do.
Walk with me on streets of
gold, sing around the throne.
Enjoy eternity here with me, every thing
earthly now is gone!
No more pain and sorrow, no
sin, and no more fear
Just spend eternity praising me, I'll
forever keep you near.
Carrie Kinyon 2004