The changing world is ours to smile. 

With steps of gold we move a mile. 

As the world changes, we follow suit. 

We change too and become so sweet.

How I abhor the arousing wickedness.

Why do we embrace useless weirdness?

As the world changes positively, 

We ought not to change negatively. 

The signs are on the wall written clear. 

We espy them noticing the end draw near. 

Yet like the blind we see naught. 

Darkness has envisaged we view not. 

Mortal man is headed to destruction. 

He perceives not any wise instruction. 

As the world changes positively, 

We ought not to change negatively. 

Then I heard a voice from heaven. 

Fire is already loaded in the oven. 

Blessed are those that die in the Lord. 

They rest from the world's heavy load.

Their actions on earth follow them yonder. 

Be them good or bad, I do wonder. 

As the world changes positively, 

We ought not to change negatively. 

Rev14:13

13] I heard the voice from heaven saying, "Write, 'Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord from now on. '" "Yes," says the Spirit, "that they may rest from their labors; for their works follow with them."