Ren's Pen
The Book of Death
My soul drifting into the night,
Where the world fades out of sight,
Entering into a familiar place,
Will there be a loving embrace?
Afraid to stop and take a look,
As He opens a huge black book,
Will my sins be recorded inside,
Even when I was not truthful but lied?
Waiting to see with each turn of the page,
Knowing that sin is the death of wage,
What will the book expose before all,
When my name He will soon call?
Is my name written in the book of Life?
The waiting cuts sharper than a knife,
What will I say when He asks me why?
Will I bow my head in shame and cry?
Million of thoughts running through my head,
As He turns the pages that are read,
If there was only one or two,
I might be able to enter through.
Everything has been recorded that I did not do my best,
My eternity awaits me and my soul will never rest,
If only I had changed before my last breath,
My name would not of been recorded in the book of death!
Where the world fades out of sight,
Entering into a familiar place,
Will there be a loving embrace?
Afraid to stop and take a look,
As He opens a huge black book,
Will my sins be recorded inside,
Even when I was not truthful but lied?
Waiting to see with each turn of the page,
Knowing that sin is the death of wage,
What will the book expose before all,
When my name He will soon call?
Is my name written in the book of Life?
The waiting cuts sharper than a knife,
What will I say when He asks me why?
Will I bow my head in shame and cry?
Million of thoughts running through my head,
As He turns the pages that are read,
If there was only one or two,
I might be able to enter through.
Everything has been recorded that I did not do my best,
My eternity awaits me and my soul will never rest,
If only I had changed before my last breath,
My name would not of been recorded in the book of death!
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The Book of Death
The Book of Death
