Russell G. Robison


I often like to sit and watch
Each day say its goodbye
At times I wonder where I’ll go
Upon that day I die

Don’t have a lot of chips to use
To bargain for my way
I’m told it doesn’t matter
When you finally face His day

I’m sure I’ve fallen short of all
Those standards of His will
I know I’ve dug a hole so deep
That I can never fill

Don’t think I’ve got a prayer, my friend
But that is not my call
Just hope He’s not too sad about
What’s left of me, that’s all