At the Crossroad
“I encountered a man on the Road of life,
so sure of himself – so convinced he was right.
He had (his) religion, but he didn’t know God,
And though he had eyes, I thought that rather odd:
He only could see what he wanted to see.
So, blind to the truth that could set his soul free;
the man charged ahead – unaware he was lost,
until he encountered a Man on a cross
at a fork in the road
where the path became two
and the man who’d always been sure of himself had to choose.
Between broad and narrow, between left and right,
Between things he could see, and things still out of sight.
And I’m sure that the man would have gone the wrong way,
Had he not encountered the Savior that day.
But love
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