Our fate is up to you and I
Judgement comes the day we die
Our maker then asks us why?
Where in the ten commandments did we lie
Up where we are pointing is heaven gate
Did we rid ourselves of sin too late?
In our mist those who suffer hopelessness
Do we walk by ignore them in our mist
The God's of love are busy helping those in pain
Finding shelter to waiting in the rain
Pointing up is it for help or just letting loose anger?
For all around us the devil's world and danger
Some of love is helping out a stranger
Indeed asking Jesus help and asking why
It is useless sending blame to the sky
Too late to make amends on the day we die
For our own fate is up to you and I!