Take Account

Going to school or past our prime
Regardless what we’re told
We share with God so little time
Seeking our pots of gold

We walk so proud with heads held high
Opening every door
Without a thought of when we die
Living as ne’er before

With health and wealth so much is free
To God few knees are bent
Yet look around His world and see
If many leave content

Now take a look inside my friend
Within your aching soul
We need not much to comprehend
If all is well and whole

We need to climb from off our mount
Take score of what is real
Take now in life a true account
However good we feel

We’re going nowhere on our own
We ought to understand
We need to soften hearts of stone
Within their house of sand

We need to plan for depth and height
Dig deep our footings well
We need to build towards the light
Instead of darkest hell

For Heaven’s real and hell is true
Death’s vale is ever nigh
Make sure God’s Son has hold of you
Before the day you die