Chickens Come Home to Roost
You may take the world as it comes and it goes
And you will be sure to find
That fate will square the account she owes
Whoever comes out behind.
And all things bad that a man has done
By whatsoever induced
Return at last to him one by one,
As the chickens come home to roost.
You may scrape and toiland pinch and save
While your hoarded wealth expands
Till the cold, dark shadow of the grave
Is nearing our life’s last sands;
You will find your balancesstruck some night,
And you’ll find your hoard reduced,
You’ll view your life in another light,
When the chickens come home to roost.
Sow as you will, there’s a time to reap,
For the good and the bad as well,
And conscience, whether we wake or sleep,
Is either heaven or hell
And every wrong will find its place
And every passion loosed
Drifts back and meetsyou face to face,
When the chickens come home to roost.
Whether you’re over or under the sod,
The result will be the same;
You cannot escape the hand of God;
You must bear your sin or shame.
No matter what’s carved on a marble slab
When the items are produced,
You’ll find that the Lord was keeping tab,
And that chickens come home to roost.
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