The lord made the world, in just seven day.
           He put down humans, to carry his way.
But they don’t care, for very few pray.
           So remember well, to what I say.
The world will end, in just one way.
          And we all know the price, that we shall pay.
Returning us to dust, out of his clay.
          Out of light, back to decay.
Yet you still say there is no decision to make.

He made the stars and heaven above.
          And gave to us, his heart of a caring love.
While offering to our hand, his golden glove.
          And created a symbol of peace, a pure white dove.
Yet what have we done, for his caring love.
          When few of us see, his heaven above.
Nor tries the fit, of that golden glove.
          For where to busy, killing that dove.
Yet we scream to him, god, give us your love.
          All we need, is just your shove.
Yet you still say there is no decision to make.

We took his world and played with it, now who’s to blame.
          The lord himself, never wanted fame.
He only asked that humans, do the same.
          We condemn the weak, call them the lame.
Turning around only to say, it’s the strong that is the flame.
          While going to his house, to pray to his name.
Than come back outside, and put it to shame.
          Forgetting where it is, that we just came.
Yet you still say there is no decision to make.

For when the lord looks down, he could cry.
          Humans are fighting, he’s wondering why.
It makes for him, hard to understand.
          His own creation, that he called man.
For his people are fighting, many are killed.
          He’s wondering why, this blood is spilled.
He hears many saying, there’s no decision to take.
          Yet soon there will be a day, for decisions to make.
Where the lord himself, will be there to say.
          That each and every one of us, has a price to pay.
Yet you still say there is no decision to make.

JRB/1/10

                There’s a decision to make?