That's what the wise men say.
Not who you are, or that you give,
But what you do today.
Each day has got a set amount
For evil to abound
Yet we all may still account
For that we ought confound
If we don't redeem the time,
It's too late to repent.
Whatever you do, wherever you go,
Give no less than a hundred percent.
When I set down, and rest my eyes,
Dear Lord, this is my plea,
With my last cry and dying breath
Achieve my destiny.
When at last the day has passed,
My life is drained and gone,
Same box is used to house them both-
The King and the lowly Pawn.
The choice is yours which part to play
Left to us to decide,
For when at last we face our fears,
They can't say we didn't try.
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