If all the dead could speak
Just what do you suppose
Would usher from their lips
As shivers touch your toes
Would they speak words of peace
Would comfort be proclaimed
Would hearts be set at ease
Would fear of death be tamed
Or is it possible
Our ears would hear the sound
Of things we've heard before
Of old truths still profound
Perhaps the recent dead
Would tell us the account
Of two men rich and poor
Whose lives had both run out
The poor man reaped rewards
Of comfort, rest and peace
The rich man suffered sore
But could not find release
In suffering he begged
To send a warning of
The torment of this place
To everyone he loved
The answer echoed back
They will not heed the dead
If they won't heed God's Word
Believing what it said
Though we don't hear a voice
The dead still speak aloud
They ask "Are you prepared,
To meet your Maker now?"
They warn us while alive
Our options total two
Repentance through God's Son
Or pay all that you're due
In Jesus we find life
With the eternal blessed
Without Him pain and loss
Without Him second death