In hell there is no time-
No church bells will ever chime
No sleep, no rest-
The first thing you lose
Is your God given mind
No sins in hell-
No goodness that inspires
Those days are over
No bible is required
No confessing or repenting
Those things have expired
You lived free to run
You became whom you chose to become
All you wanted were things of the world, desired-
And you wanted Heaven too-
In the after-life
And this was no surprise-
And on earth you got your way
By wealth or cunning play
And all the love you ever had
And it was abundant, you must admit
But you gave it all to yourself
In total faithlessness-
And now you meet a courts-man
With an air of self-importance
Your ways are still your ways
It is time-
For your name, man
This is the death of who you were-
Who you knew yourself to be...
And whom everyone knew you as-
This causes great sorrow-
For you and for them-
And you know a Truth
That your life was always borrowed
And now the Law of God
The Written Word
Is uncovering your sins
Un-repented soul
Who knows his Truth now,
Kneels down-
- - - - -
And there is weeping and gnashing of teeth-
- - - - -
His Countenance Is Of A Lion
His Heart Is Of A Lion
His Crown Is Golden
.. and it's time.
