On Death & Friends

If I had kept my lies,
I would not now be free,
But when I told the truth,
My friends took leave of me.

If I had not spoke out,
I'd speak now from the grave,
And tearful friends reply:
"If we had known, we'd save

You from your lonesome way,
But now, alas, you're dead,
For sin has took your life!
Now nothing can be said!"

But since they know the truth,
They treat me as I'm dead,
But truth has set me free
From fickle friends who'd said

That anything they'd do
To save a wretch like me,
But they compare not to
The One who set me free.

For now I want to live,
And I have will to do,
So freely I do live,
But without friends like you.