Judgment Call - Slain

Just like a fallen star, I dread an explanation

I find it hard to see all the good around me.

Here I lie, afraid to die, chasing shadows all my life,

It intensifies my endless cries, there’s no place to hide.

Heaven’s doors open wide, I see a rider stand inside,

The judged are taken by His sword;

His name is truth, the Word of God.

White rider,

pray your judgment call takes me higher, not my final fall.