DANCE OF DEATH

THE DANCE OF DEATH!

In Autumn time the leaves are falling one by one.
It isn't long before the trees are bare.
And as they fall - the leaves are dancing in the air
And yet I know the Dance of Death is there.
This is the world's great golden autumn day.
Everyone is doing as they please.
And as they break from God and drift away,
They are like the dying autumn leaves.
If you want to leave the branch of truth today,
And do the things - deep down you know are wrong,
The winter wind will catch you as you break away,
And for you the dance of death is on.To be an evergreen was God's great plan for you.
To live with Him Eternal years and more.
Yet year - by year you've broken loose and proved untrue.
Each wasted day, a leaf, upon the floor.