You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Well my goodness gracious let me tell you the news
My head’s been wet with the midnight dew
I’ve been down on bended knee talkin’ to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel’s feet
He called my name and my heart stood still
When he said, “John go do My will!”
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut ’em down
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand
Workin’ in the dark against your fellow man
But as sure as God made black and white
What’s done in the dark will be brought to the light
You can run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Sooner or later God’ll cut you down
Go tell that long tongue liar
Go and tell that midnight rider
Tell the rambler,
The gambler,
The back biter
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
Tell ’em that God’s gonna cut you down
Sorry folks; it’s a nice, feel good thought but it is not reality.
Until it is.
And it will be.
Nations while here on earth and people in eternity afterward.
All will be held accountable, there is no escape from it.
Live your life as such.
alas, I underappreciated the greatness of JCash while he yet lived
George Jones and Tammy Wynette (from the 1975 album “George & Tammy & Tina”):
God’s Gonna Get-cha (For That)
There will be trouble
on that day
When I am forced to raise my hand
against my fellow man
Just to save my own life or those of my family
From those who have lost everything, or who would take everything mine
From lack of thought or forethought, driven to despair
And acting out of hunger not wisdom.
When I stand there, with blooded hands
Red with the invader’s life
Will I claim God led me, protected me, drove me?
Kept me from harm while I harmed others?
What lies will I tell myself
As I stand there, red-handed
About what was justified, necessary, inevitable?
I don’t want to stand there
On that day
But I fear, oh how I fear, that I will.