Record precisely every word from your lips.
Tabulate every action which passes your grips.
Put onto tablet as you may need it later.
For whatever you do, do it better.
Many have forgotten all wrongs and rights done.
Evaporated are things did while alone.
Yet every account is in the makers account.
He awaits you to come over and recount.
You have withheld good in your reach to execute.
In your mind, you have killed many so to prosecute.
Humanity has escaped your miserable life.
With a knife you have spread awkward strife.
Enjoying suffering is your wicked manifestation.
You have stolen with might and agitation.
Sadism will never ever exonerate you from sin.
Wickedness won't make you successful to win.
Yet every account is in the makers account.
He awaits you to come over and recount.
I dread the grand finale with fear.
All will crowd to our maker so near.
Videos of life will be shown so clear.
There will be none hidden in the rear.
We will weep as we watch, my dear.
Yet we shall see our deeds so clear.
How we shall feel to hide like deer.
Yet all will be shown so near.
Yet every account is in the makers account.
He awaits you to come over and recount.
Every action can be corrected from now.
Do not query me with questions of how.
The blood of Jesus can have all sins clean.
Till we shine as clean as glean.
Only repent your sins with cheer.
God will remove guilt and fear.
We shall bring back our hopeful hope.
And in the world no longer grope.
Yet every account is in the makers account.
He awaits you to come over and recount.
