Our Choice

This rocky road has torn my shoes and I can’t run anymore, the mileage counted is going to drop because my feet are oh so sore. My breathing is rough and ragged and my head has begun to spin, it’s cold out here dear Father are you going to let me in? I am a sad old sinner there is no denying that, I’m tired of Earth and want heaven when will you take me back? Satan is running the show down here and Lord I want to come home, this Earthly race between you and him has worn me to the bone. Old Scratch can push all our buttons giving us things that we crave, but none of this stuff will help us when we finally go to the grave. Needing your love and mercy to once again be whole, all I want when this life ends is to return to you my soul.