Borrowed Time

I borrow, you borrow, we borrow
She borrows, he borrows, they borrow
The world borrows and borrows to joint sorrow
Hoping there will always be tomorrow.

What, then, do we borrow to our self-destruction
But justice delayed for the satisfaction
Of a life of pursuing our corrupt passion
And ignoring those who need our compassion?

You do it, I do it, we all do it,
And to hell we will all be admitted
Hanging on to the sins we have committed
Knowing justice we’ve after all not forfeited.

It won’t really be a surprise to discover
That our life on the lam will be over
If we don’t turn for forgiveness to our Maker
For the redemption only He can deliver.

Borrowed time means eternal sorrow
Such a course I will no longer follow
Instead I will choose today and tomorrow
God’s grace that is given not borrowed.