Our destinies are written in the sand…
Soon life slips from our hand.
So what will last…
as time does pass?
What’s left inside…
our soul we keep.
The sun will rise but then it sets…
the regrets we own on our own.
The mistakes you’ve made have a cost.
He’s not into excusing those you’ve scoffed.
If you’ve ne’er requested forgiveness and washed it off.
Those of His you’ve harmed have His armor on.
And as it is written the battle will ensue.
Blood will pour like ne’er before.
Your soul will be pierced then cast into hell.
Does God admire sin?
Can you harm His own without Him noticing?
He will surely recompense.
The battle will ensue and your soul He will rent.