At night he may come when all are sleeping
And whisk the unwatchful away
For darkness from him offers no safekeeping
Nor does the light of the day.
Death is to the living no angel
It obeys no wrong and no right
Has no respect for age or status
Can strike like a thief in the night.
So those who say to repent they have time in plenty
The fail the truth to realise
That as sure as two tens are twenty
Death can strike by surprise
And should it strike so and your taken
Account for your deeds you will do
And you may find yourself awaken
In surroundings that are quite new...
Sure there may be angels and music playing
When you stand to account for your deeds
But there's no guarantee you'll be staying
If your repentance is not up to Gods needs...
So say your sorry now for your sins and mean it
And to not do them again genuinely try
For you cant fool the Judge even one bit
When you account for your life when you die.
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