Each soul bears its own weight,
A ledger of deeds, choices made,
The righteous find solace in their path,
Their virtue a beacon, their steps well-laid.
Yet the wicked, oh, they stumble,
Their shadows heavy with guilt,
For God’s justice knows no bias,
And His scales weigh hearts, not gilt.
Ancestral echoes fade to whispers,
As we stand before the throne,
Our actions etched upon eternity,
Inscribed in letters of fire and stone.
But fear not, weary traveler,
For grace awaits the penitent heart,
Turn from darkness to the light,
And redemption shall play its part.
Seek God’s counsel in the tempest,
His wisdom, a compass true,
For His ways transcend our knowing,
And His love, boundless and new.
Obedience, humility, authenticity,
These are the keys to His gate,
Walk in them, dear pilgrim,
And find life abundant, never late.
