Beware

If only my casket had windows.
If I had the power to see;
I'd take a quick look toward Heaven,
and enter my final plea.

O Lord, You know I'm a sinner.
Have mercy, O Lord, on me.
I seem to be a forgotten son,
this casket has no Key.

It seemed an answer would not come,
but much to my surprise;
this thought came flashing to my mind,
"It's right before your eyes."

"The Key is where you left it,
just remember if you can;
the person that you loaned it to,
but not a helping hand."

"Remember the girl on crutches,
or the dirty old man in the park?
The one with little enough to eat?
The one with a broken heart?"

"You might ask the man that had it,
as you helped him on the road;
by showing him a shorter path;
but carried not his load."

"The Key was offered many times,
in trials of the past;
the place you have to find it,
is the place you left it last."

"Truth and Love and Charity,
will bring you home to me;
but first you must repent your sin,
for Jesus is the Key."

So listen very closely,
to this story that I tell;
Without the Key of Life, my friend,
Your destination's Hell.