I’m so
busy dying I’ve no time to live,
My days
are so full that I’ve no time to give…
My thoughts
are in bondage ‘to my dying day:
I tell
you, my brother, I’m going away.
The sun, from the east,
rises on me each day,
I have been blessed,
it is true;
I know I should find
time and to my Lord say:
“For all these
blessings, thank You!”
But…
I’m so
busy dying I’ve no time to live,
My days
are so full that I’ve no time to give…
My thoughts
are in bondage ‘to my dying day:
I tell
you, my brother, I’m going away.
I have a good family,
they are so dear,
How much they
all mean to me!
How my heart rejoices
whene’er they draw near…
All troubles
from my heart flee!
But…
I’m so
busy dying I’ve no time to live,
My days
are so full that I’ve no time to give…
My thoughts
are in bondage ‘to my dying day:
I tell
you, my brother, I’m going away.
The Father has blessed
me with many nice things,
In fact, there’s
nothing I lack;
When soberly I think,
His praise my heart sings,
It seems naught
can hold me back…
But…
I’m so
busy dying I’ve no time to live,
My days
are so full that I’ve no time to give…
My thoughts
are in bondage ‘to my dying day:
I tell
you, my brother, I’m going away.
The hospitals teem with
those who are much worse…
Of this truth
I am aware;
Some others, I know,
have been placed in the hearse…
But for my troubles
I care.
For…
I’m so
busy dying I’ve no time to live,
My days
are so full that I’ve no time to give…
My thoughts
are in bondage ‘to my dying day:
I tell
you, my brother, I’m going away.
I’ve wasted a lifetime
just waiting to die,
Preparing for
my last day;
Oh! That I could have
again what passed me by…
If I could then
I would say:
I am
not too busy; I have time to live,
I have
enough hours in service to give;
My thoughts
now are focused on living each day,
Rejoice
with me, brother, oh what do you say?