Life is but a cell with a key and a lock,
Guarded by Love and all his flock.
Your days are numbered and your breaths are short.
No one knows when their name will come forth.
When Love made men he made ten rules.
These rules were his and his rule is great.
Live by them today or it may be too late.
If you live and breathe for the Lord alone,
When your work here is done, he will call you home.
If you don't live for him while you are here,
You will burn in hell year by year.
Not a cry, not a moan, not even a tear
Will free you from hell, not even fear.