When the veil is pulled back,

when the world turns over,

When the stars begin to fall

And we know this world is over

When we are laid bare by the eyes of God

And our thoughts are said for all to know

What will have to say for ourselves?

What will we have to show?

Will there be shame or joy?

Regret or sweet blissful rest?

Can we say we did our best?

Did we strive with all our might?

Or did we fall in with all the rest

And hurry to hide our spirit's light?

Caught up to join the King

in the pathways of the clouds

As the heavens burst to sing

And the praise of the Lamb resounds

The blast of sweet wind and the rush of revealing power

At the end of this age, in the long awaited final hour

What will have to say for ourselves?

This world is so small, so limited and pale

Why worship it, can't we see it has failed?

How quickly we forget that it is meaningless.

Did we live for something greater?

Did we give ourselves to Him in trust?

Or did we squander the gifts of our Maker

And bury them in the dust?

Eternity awaits as our final home

What will we say, and what can we show?