Fearing Judgment

When I come and when I go
my heart it rumbles mightily so;
facing God a trembling doe,
which way my fearful soul will go.

Heaven's real, I know somehow;
and Hell is hotter than God should allow.
If I didn't believe in both of them now
I wouldn't fear death like I do now.

To stand before God and face my sins,
to have it all laid out as my life has been.
Wish I could start all over again,
or never die but live forever in

a sadness of Heaven being denied me,
that the angels I'll never know or see,
that all of this is now denied me;
this is what I've come to be.

Scared of standing for my judgment,
shamed by my ignoble accomplishments,
I sing a sorrowful lament,
knowing my judgment is imminent.