Son Day 9-18 The Road Best Traveled

The Road Best Traveled

I have a choice tomorrow—
That bears a heavy load.
Should I go left or turn right?
I must face this crossroad.
Amazing how faith and fear
Tug of war in my soul.
No way to dodge or detour,
So Jesus, please console.
I must press on to the fork
No chance to fight or flee
Or freeze in place like a bust—
No signpost I can see.
Tonight will be broken sleep.
I fear disturbing dreams—
Hitchhiking on some lost lane,
Then a storm empties streams.
Awake at dawn, the hour comes.
Crank up the car, then drive.
No rear view muse, look ahead.

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