If I could follow God’s great plan,
And be a selfless righteous man,
Renouncing Satan’s tempting goal
To save my long corrupted soul,
I’d ride a camel through the eye
And fly to the highest of the high,
There to rest where God did sow
Gardens through which rivers flow.
If I could ignore all material things,
Resist the pull of the devil’s strings
And be immune to the lure of lust
And all things destined to be dust,
Would I be raised at the end of days,
For angels to God to sing my praise?
Would I be judged on sage advice
And handed the keys to Paradise?
It’s been written the sum of all fears
Is a day of fifty thousand years
And on that day the dead will rise
Disrobed and bereft of all disguise.
And finally, it will be understood,
Deeds are weighted, bad against good.
What outweighs the other, God will tell,
Only he decides between Heaven
I’ve not followed God’s great plan,
I’m far from being a righteous man,
Satan’s not real? God doesn’t exist?
This world’s for pleasure, why resist?
Am I just a fool? Who knows for sure?
Maybe deep down I aspire to be pure,
In lieu of the day I stare death in the face,
I’m keeping a store of things good