Thursday, January 2, 2014

Choose

When pain pierces into your heart and your head
And sadly, you see where your choices have led
And undoubtedly, you have made your own bed
And you wonder about shelter or will you be fed
And you're tired of a hand out and begging for bread
And you grow weary of tears from living with dread
And being surrounded by the living dead
And you're tired of happiness dependent on meds
And you're tired of finances forever written in red
And you're tired of two steps backwards, only one step ahead
And you're tired of being tired, no strength, not a shred
And you're tired of hanging on by a very thin thread
And you're contemplating relief from a cartridge of lead
 
Choose Jesus instead
 
Born in a lowly manger bed
The disciples He led
5,000 He fed
A price on His head
Sweat drops of red
Up to Calvary was led
Suffered and bled
His blood freely shed
Punished for sin in our stead
Rose 3 days from the dead
The Bridegroom to wed
Our daily bread
Who hates sin, every shred
Who loves you, every thread
Will judge the living and dead
 
Jesus ...

No more tears, no more dread
You will not be mislead
And everybody said?



Amen.

By Shelli Littleton Copyright 2014


2 comments:

  1. Beautiful, Shelli. Jesus' friendshipis really the only way past the Scyllas and Charybi of this life!

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Blessed by you, Shelli