The time has come, the choice is near,
A path of truth or one of fear.
The world demands that we obey,
But Heaven calls another way.
The rulers write their fleeting laws,
Their hands unclean, their cause with flaws.
They promise peace, yet breed despair,
A golden mask hides hollow air.
Yet in the whispers of the soul,
A voice resounds, so still, yet whole.
It speaks of light, of love, of grace,
A kingdom time cannot erase.
The world says bow, conform, obey,
Forget the past, reshape the way.
But God says stand, hold firm, be free,
For truth is not democracy.
One path is wide, its gate is tall,
It lures with riches, pride, and thrall.
The other strait, the travelers few,
Yet lined with hope, with life anew.
So now decide-your fate is cast,
One leads to chains, one holds you fast.
Will you bow low to earthly kings,
Or rise where freedom sprea
