I've heard it said to do things right,
One must take their time.
In a hurried pace there's often waste.
No sense of reason or rhyme.
But when I think of my new life
In my brand new home.
The first thing that comes to mind,
Is my time at His throne.
When it's my time,
I'm going to take my time
To behold his face.
When it's my time,
I'm going to take my time
To talk of his amazing grace.
I want to thank Him
For the load that he bore
And not leaving me alone.
Cause when it's my time,
I'm going to take my at His throne.
Imagine millions upon millions.
Can't you see them in line?
They're just waiting for a moment or more,
Of the precious Savior's time.
And when I finally stand in His presence,
I'll take a thousand years maybe two,
Just to thank Him for his wonderful love
And his grace that brought me through.
When it's my time,
I'm going to take my time
To behold his face.
When it's my time,
I'm going to take my time
To talk of his amazing grace.
I want to thank Him
For the load that he bore
And not leaving me alone.
Cause when it's my time,
I'm going to take my at His throne.