November 12, 2008
From those around,
I hear a cry,
an awful sound,
a hopeless sigh
I hear their footsteps leaving slow.. and then I know my soul must fly
A chilley wind
Begins to blow within my soul from head to toe
And then the last breath escapes my lips,
Its time to leave…
So it is true, but its to late
They said each soul has its given date
When it must leave its body’s core
And meet with its eternal fate
Oh Mark The Words That I Do Say
Who knows tomorrow could be YOUR day
At last its come
To Heaven or Hell
Decide which now
Do NOT delay
Come on my brothers, let us pray
Decide which now do NOT delay
“Oh God! Oh God!”
I cannot see
My eyes are blind,
Am I still me?
Or has my sould been lead astray and forced to pay a priceless fee?
Alas to dust! We all return
If only I knew that before
The line grew short and came my turn.
And now as beneath the soul
They cry not knowing I cried worse
For they go home… I face my God
Oh Mark the Words That I Do Say
Who knows tomorrow could be your day
At last it has come to heaven or to hell
Decide which now… Do NOT delay…
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