Buried inside the rocks
Shut inside the heavy box,
Starring at darkness through the soil,
Listening to the quietness of my soul;
I was left alone to look back at my past,
To be my own judge and to cast.
Have you been feeding only your own flesh?
Were you buried under your own selfishness?
Were you the person you were supposed to be?
Lived a life that is worth to see
Did you do anything to change this world?
Or did you walk around uninterrupted
Taking the time God gave you for granted
Feeding your own ego as you wanted.
What were these hands up to?
Did they feed the hungry and give to the needy?
Or were they hard to reach and very greedy
Did they hold the hands of a broken spirit?
Or were they too busy rubbing a pocket
How much money did they give away?
How many people did they feed and carry?
What were these lips up to?
Did they speak the truth of hope to the hopeless?
Were they filled with wisdom and thankfulness?
How many people did they bless?
Or were they spitting poison and curse
Did they make others laugh or cry?
Did they tell lies and deny?
Faced with questions I couldn't answer,
I could only wish I have done better.
Laying down and starring at the dark,
I wanted to have my life back.
If I could only have a new start,
I would have made every day count;
I wouldn't be here haunted by my past.
It is now too late for me to do all that,
Regret is what I carry and depart…
“Earthly people are like the earthly man, and heavenly people are like the heavenly man. Just as we are now like the earthly man, we will someday be like the heavenly man. What I am saying, dear brothers and sisters, is that our physical bodies cannot inherit the Kingdom of God. These dying bodies cannot inherit what will last forever.”
Corinthians 15: 49-50