The Catholic Heretic

Ever forward time marches on, towards the final Goal
But when all my days are counted, have I given it my all?

When I was young I would dream and pray,
I was happy and ignorant and full of play.

Wisdom comes with time and ever forward it moves,
And now that I am older I have nothing left to prove.

As I grow older and near that final Goal,
I focus more on Jesus and the condition of my soul.

Though I am a sinner and my soul is far from white,
I know that Jesus loves me and is conscience of my plight.

When I cross that line and reach out with my soul
I know that Christ will be there as I reach my final Goal

TCH