The dead, great and small, will all stand before the throne
And before the book of life.
It is here that they will be judged by the Maker, the all-seeing One,

And every knee will bow down,
And each of us will account for our lives.
God cannot be fooled; no silver tongue can escape the truth.

To those who sought glory, honor and eternal life,
He will give eternal life.
As for the wicked and selfish, who were blind to the truth,
He will strike them dead and destroy them.

He is the one who searches mind and heart,
And he will give to each of us according to what we’d done,
For God shows no partiality;
He is the same, now and forever
The beginning of all things, and the final word in history.

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