Carry Me

Well I guess I should be grateful, that bullet passed straight through me eye And my passing should go quickly, as I lay my head to die
Yes I lay my head to die
As my flesh lay here a-dying and my heart forgets to beat
My last thoughts are of my true loves and my Lord I am to meet, Yes my Lord I aim to meet
Carry me to heaven’s doorstep, lift my head to see those gates
Swing them wide if they will have me, please St Peter don’t make me wait Please St Peter don’t make me wait
In man’s world I was a sinner, and I caused my share of pain
But I have sought to gain forgiveness, as I’ve tried to give the same Yes I’ve tried to give the same
I struck down those foes before me, though my quarrels were not with them I have stolen lied and cheated, at God’s feet I lay these sins
At God’s feet I lay these sins