If it were my last

I’ve loved chicken all my life
From legs to heads
I would love to spend the entire day
Eating like ten roasted birds

I will try not to remember all my sins
But dwell on the love of God for me
Wear a white jumpsuit
The way I would like to meet Him

I don’t know if a day will be long enough
To play all the music I love
Lest I forget, eat pounded yam
Nothing about anyone, just me

I know I go to heaven
Not me, but the Jesus in me

Bose