The time’s not right for me to go, for God to set me free.

I have many things left yet to do before I take my place.

Never do I want to meet my Lord with sin upon my face

Give me time to fill the place that’s not entirely clean.

There’s a spot within my heart that should remain unseen.

I ask for just a little while, of death I’m not afraid.

Though I do not face it with the grace our dear Lord once paid.

I wish to love my enemy, no doubt a hard thing to do.

But with just a little help from God I know I’ll make it through.

When I enter heaven’s gate I’ll be welcomed and have no regret.

But I know I need a little time; I’m not ready yet.

Come back to take me home when I have put my sin away.

There’s still one thing I have done for which I need to pay.

So Death, knock not upon my door but pass me silently.

The time’s not right for me to go, for God to set me free.