Bones In the Closet
Bones In The Closet
I don't know what the future holds
but I know
immorality has its reward
bones in the closet
I have mine and you have yours
sometimes I fear for us all
one of the spirits of those bones just walked by
and he was strong and tall
ever wonder who is the architect
drawing up our pains and death
probably someone we've known all of our lives
lurking in the depths way deep down inside
jumping out of our mouths and out of our eyes
when we become full of hate or pride
or when we do those things
that we later try to hide
from the Lord when he visits and asks
what did you do and why
bones in the closet
they are fierce dogs on a leash
and when the devil lets go
there will be gnashing of teeth
lest we find a way to put them asleep
another way is what we need
another way to pay for our deeds
those who repent and turn away
may well receive forgiveness and grace
and how will Satan get paid
we all pound the nails into the cross
our sins cause great pain
we are all in debt to his holy name
think you'll be forgiven
I guess we're going to find out
come judgment day
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2008
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