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When I was young and found life too hard,

I'd want to end my suffering,

And many times I tried.

Always I'd hear a whisper in my ear.

"Not now, my child, it's not your time."



Over the years it was always the same,

Things would happen I could not bear,

So, I'd try to end my life.

Still I heard that whisper in my ear,

"Not now, my child, it's not your time."



At the age of thirty three,

The dreaded word, malignancy.

A tumor upon my brain did grow,

But a voice I'd heard before said,

"Don't worry, my child, it's not your time."



Even later, a medical mistake

Almost ended my life again.

Crossing over into the light,

A loud voice shouted at me,

"Not now, my child, it's not your time."



Now there is work I need to do

Serving God in His plan;

Giving comfort where I can,

Lending a helping hand,

Waiting for that voice to say



"Come home, my child, it's now your time."