The Choice

The choice

A dancing procession,
sweeps me off my feet.
Jubilant with pleasure,
it takes me through,
the streets of life.

My hesitation is ignored,
and I am forced on a path,
where my feet cannot resist.
Even when my heart,
wants to flee with my soul.

Suddenly I am caught,
by a ray of gold,
showing me a land,
filled with the warmth of peace,
where darkness is no more.

My thirsty heart yearns,
to follow the river of life,
protected by the grass-green hills.
A narrow road,
in a valley of shadows.

Stretching my weakened hand,
I can nearly touch it.
Narrowing my eyes,
I can nearly see God’s throne.
But my choice will be His judgment.

To choose the land,
is wealth for the soul.
To deny the land,
is losing eternity.

 

 

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