One Choice to Make

The race has begun, as strangers we run,
Will we make it home back around?

Two paths you can take, but one choice to make,

On which will your footprints be found?

Are you seeking the gold, worth treasures untold,

To pay for the price to get in?

Or is all just swell buying stones to sell,

Soon to wonder what might have been?

For the path to perfection is paved with correction,

Leading you straight back home.

While the way to hell says, ‘All is well,’

But soon you’ll meander alone.

So when the armor feels heavy, and tears soon to come…

Lift up your head and His sword.

Hear the voice of The One, “Well done my son,

Enter thou into the joy of the Lord.”

(the above pic is from my mission in Ukraine when I saw a goat herder and his little flock)