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 misled

And everybody said?



Amen.

By Shelli Littleton Copyright 2014