It's Not Your Time
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Into the void now you must
Ever so quiet
Ever at peace
Into the glorious light you seek
As you stand on the edge
At the tip of the end
This is when your life’s judgment begins
Into the fire or into the light?
Given redemption or cast into blight?
The good and the bad are placed on the scale
The deeds of your life you hope to prevail
Where will it tip?
How will you know?
On which of these paths are you to go?
As you see your life’s deeds are being weighed
So too do the memories unfold and play
From the time you were young
To this moment right now
Soon it will be shown to where you are bound
From beyond the void you hear a soft cry
The sound of their grief
For they think you have died
A second glance to where the scale once weighed
Showed only the darkness, the shadow, the shade
From behind on your shoulder, you feel a warm touch
The hollowness of death you feel not as much
A voice of an angel, the voice, so divine
Saint Peter has spoken
“It’s not your time”
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