Our Own Actions Determine

The sword is plunged so deep and yet I live beyond its thrust? Each turn, each intentional turn, Should have turned this man to dust But yet, I see, through my own eyes That alive I am, for sure? As wandering down this path of light I come to find His door I turn to see just one more time The man who turned the sword But, alas, his face cannot be seen When I turn to face the Lord For no importance, who to blame As I, alone, now see My actions taken and choices made Were those, that defined me That’s why when dying, there’s no death If our choices made were right Then living on is our reward Eternal in His light