Well, I'm going out, Lord, the same way I came in,
by Billye Phillips Beck
No hair, no teeth, can't talk, and wrinkles in my skin.
I lie here on this cold hard bed and try to fight the fear,
Biting on my trembling lips, holding back the tears.
Yes, I'm going out Lord, the same way I came in,
With my mind a blank and teary eyes, surrounded by my kin.
It's really been great, Lord, and I wanta say "Thanks Again."
I've made full circle and ended up back where I began.
Just hold my hand and take me out the way you brought me in.
Lord, take me from my earthly home and help me start again.