I have the Lord, and the sickness in my chest. Which one will prevail? Will they both send me to my rest?

*When it comes my time, when it comes my time, I won't go gently, I'll put up a fight, I'll be ready when it comes my time.

Does a man really live, if he's afraid to die? I ain't afraid of nothing, gotta get on with my life.*

Tell my family, to live is Christ. I'd move heaven and earth for them, to keep them alive.*

'Til they all know my savior, I won't be ready to die. 'Til every knee bows, I just can't leave now, Lord use me in this plan of thine.*