I planned to go to church last week To show the Lord I care. To sing the songs of Zion Feel His spirit in the air; To catch a glimpse of heaven As his word was preached on earth; To hear of love and truth again, His gift to man - new birth. I planned to go to church last month. How time just flies on by! I remember that I couldn't go, But I don't remember why. He doesn't seem as close today. Perhaps he doesn't really care. But, rest assured, if I should need him He'll still be waiting for me there. I planned to go to church last year But things got in the way. It used to bother me sometimes, Back when I tried to pray. I don't think about it any more. Perhaps it's just as well. There's no meaning to it anyway As far as I can tell.
			I still plan to go back sometime To see the folks I knew. I'm sure they'll all still be there And would like to see me, too. But perhaps I've come too far now- I'm afraid of telling Him. And things seem to be turning gray, And the light is growing dim. Now what is that? It's blinding me. Is there thunder in the air? Is it a voice of many waters Coming from the golden chair? Is that a crown of life upon His head? And a lamb that has been slain? Is that the blood I took so lightly, Shed before the world began? Is the throne room quiet just for me? Must I stand before him now? As His voice makes heaven tremble And the mighty angels bow? Must I answer, when he asks me Why I spurned those blood-stained hands, "Oh, Lord, please let me go back home And change some of my plans?"