Allow me to paint a picture of a certain time and place,
on the day you stand before God as He judges the human race.
As the God of all glory opens the lambs book of life,
silence falls, all around. . . .
with the unfortunate fact that hope can no longer be found.
Oh, you are surely saved, you accepted the gift,
and when your turn comes, you'll be found on the list.
But what about the hundreds of people that crossed your way,
you never shared of Christ, you always neglected to say.
"Jesus is water of life, a gift free to all",
but when their ears were open, you never made the call.
Now imagine this, all those you've met in your life,
stop before you to stare in your eyes.
And you know because of your negligence, each one will surely die.
Although this death for them is just the start,
and to think, they could have been given life, if you only played the part.
This is no game, the table has turned,
now in hell those of the lost will forever be burned.
Heaven and Hell are very real, not even close to pretend,
So before this day, shine the love of Christ,
in the eyes of the condemned.