Would you rather spend your work days under a blazin’ sun
Or relaxin’ in the shade just havin’ fun
Would you rather dwell in doubt with a guilt-ridden soul
Or have all your errors forgiven and restored
Oh but choices or not your life is your lot
It flies by in the blink of an eye
And wherever you go or whatever you do
You don’t get to choose when you die
So please listen please make the choice where it counts
Heaven and Hell come in larger amounts
So please won’t you choose your place for eternity
Would you rather beg for handouts in a soup kitchen line
Or choose your favorite dish on which to dine
Would you rather fear your own death ‘til the moment you pass away
Or know without a doubt you’ll be OK
The choice to be sure of the prodigal son
Was be proud as a pig or go home
Where you’ll feast like a king, an heir to the throne
Where God’s grace and mercy are shown
So please listen please make the choice where it counts
Heaven and Hell come in larger amounts
So please won’t you choose your place for eternity
Would you rather dwell in doubt with a guilt-ridden soul
Or have all your errors forgiven and restored
Would you rather fear your own death ‘til the moment you pass away
Or know without a doubt you’ll be OK
Or know without a doubt you’ll be OK
Or know without a doubt you’ll be OK
By Royce Waxenfelter
3/26/21
Note: to the tune of ‘May you never’ by Eric Clapton
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