How hard seems oft our daily fight
To do The Father’s will
To walk in truth, hold fast The Light
And climb Salvation hill
How hard to stand, to fail no more
To hold and not let go
For fear when entering Heaven’s door
The Judge will want to know
He’ll want to know the life we’ve led
The way we’ve sought and took
He’ll call to read from A to Z
He’ll call to see The Book
The Book of good and evil acts
The Book of life itself
The Book of truth with all the facts
The Book on Jesus’ shelf
Man’s life is likened to a pen
Each deed, a dropp of ink
We write each word, yet even when
We fail to stop and think
Its time to stop and think right now!
Its time to take account
Its time to look, to see just how
We act on Zion mount
Are you quite true to all you’ve heard?
To all God’s Lamb has said?
Still true to God, your given word?
Or are you walking dead?
What must the Judge of life believe?
Will Jesus understand?
He knows the devil can deceive
Yet the pen is in your hand…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem