1 What are you writing, brother?
On that page so white and fair,
Your sins though few, are may
Are all recorded there,
Just stop and think, my brother,
Of what you’re writing there,
Are you making only blotches,
When the page should be so fair.
Be careful then, my brother,
Of what you think or say,
For all your deeds and actions,
Will face you in “That day.”
2 How are you walking, brother?
In this world so full of care,
Are you in the path of duty?
Would you merit “well done” there?
Just step with care, my brother,
For sink holes here and there,
And dang’rous places many,
Are ‘round you ev’rywhere. [Refrain]
3 Oh speak with care, my brother,
For your words are written there,
Your evil thoughts and sayings,
Will soil that page so fair.
Just wait awhile, my brother,
When words unbridled spring,
Just think of pain and suffering,
Such words may often bring. [Refrain]
Source: Crowning Day No. 2 #142