F# / F# aug
You can steal my stuff But, you can't steal my stuffing You can make fun of the victim that I am But, you better not ridicule my master Unless, you wanna head to hell even faster You can cause me to suffer But, those I'm protecting from suffering You'd better stay far away `cause it doesn't matter what you get away with now Somehow... I think it'll be more important on your judgment day I mean... what will you say I mean... what will you say about being mean All those you tried to victimize will rise They will be on hand to testify When the shout goes out "Who has been hurt?" You will hear the cry of many saying, "I!" But, the loudest cry may come from the sky When God asks, "What have you done with my time? What have you done with my life? What have you done with my creation known as you?" What shall your answer be? Committed crime, spread strife and have been untrue That answer sounds deadly Yes, upon your death... on your judgment day What do you think the angels will say "Forgive him. Give him another opportunity." ? Fortunately, they will see... That you have burnt all your bridges So, there will be no going back Why give you another chance to attack? You'll have used up all your hedges And, God's grace you shall lack Your only opportunity will be to have regret for all eternity God is not one to forget And, your opportunity to be forgiven will have been forsaken Closing your door to heaven Why not take a moment to reflect on your neglect BEcause you don't know at what moment you will cease to be That uncertainty makes it necessary To live every moment as though it's your final For She's keeping a running total of how helpful you've been to all