Don't Die With Sins Hanging Over Your Head

Don't Die With Sins Hanging Over Your Head

Put your life in order, you must
Make right the deeds that will tarnish your memory
Death may come before you've proven the trust
It is something that will live on for thee


They will mourn you for awhile, you see
Nothing you did will surface that day
But after you're buried under that prying tree
It will sit in judgement as in death you will pay


When your cold body has turned to dust
How you regarded people who befriended you
It will surface that you betrayed their trust
And manipulated through friendship what was never true


The mourners will have walked away
Your memory will fade in their hearts and minds
But the people you betrayed are here to stay
It is harder to forget the sins in time


Whispering voices tell of things you'd done
Of the ways you found to manipulate
Loving memories will come to none
And once adoring people shall not mourn your fate


Don't die with sins hanging over your head
You never know when the reaper is creeping
Make right the sins before you're dead
So for eternity you are not alone and sleeping


Marian
July 30, 2011