The King Laments (part 3)

There is a time for everything
And that means, everything
Birthing, killing, dying, living
Healing, infecting, building, demolishing
Weeping, laughing, grieving, dancing
Pimping, limping, hating, lancing
Scattering, gathering, tossing, fancying
Catching, dropping, messing and mopping
And a time to refrain

A time to find your keys, to get to your knees
Losing, choosing, a time for thank you and please
A time for embracing, chasing, and a time to lay off
Keep the clock, lay on the dock, wear a smock
Just plain get paint all over yourself
A time to try harder, be smarter, search or hide
A time to keep secrets, tell stories, or trust and confide
A time to fix it up, or tear it down, build them up, or put it down
A time for war, for peace, for truce, to attack, and a time to turn the stereo down

So what’s in it for me, for you?
What does the job pay?
For a week or a day?
I’ve seen what God lays on people
Beauty, and a heart for eternity, although
Not a person really gets it, what He’s done
What he’s given, created, sacrificed and won
From the beginning to the end, from the start to the finish
From the first light to the end of the night
There’s nothing that does it more, than to find a way
To be happy, filled with joy
Eat, drink, dance, play
And do all these things, in your work too
Although the drink, well maybe lay off that till quitting time

It’s way the hell more simple than hell
God says, look around, enjoy, just give me the credit
Once in a while, give me a nod
Don’t forget there is justice
Some day the bill comes
Don’t forget

Just so you know, I looked towards judgment,
I found evil
I looked towards justice
I found evil
So frankly, give it a rest
Leave that to God’s wisdom
As I said, there is a time for everything
And that same God will look at the accounts
And weight the costs
And will present the bill
My advice, get it paid.

Just so you know,
Sometimes God lets us see what crap heads we really are
Live like a craphead, die like a crap head
As crap heads die, so we will too
On your own, you can’t be anything but a crap head
Who really knows if there will be crap heads in heaven?
Not my business, but I’ll try a little
Not to be a crap head anyway

To sum up, party. Dance. Run and play
From the middle of the night to the middle of the day
And back again, and when its time for work
We covered that, there is a time for everything
Then when work is the deal, party there too
Get off on everything. Then you’ll do more
Enjoy more, live more, heal more, love more, deal more
And when it is time to die, you’ll welcome that too
How many of us can see what happens the day after we die?
Not I.