The Many Roads
Life line upon your very hands
Least thought of you're final stand
As was written divine His plan
The Saviors LOVE that spares the damned
Though nails became the marks impaled
Upon mercy they too would fail
To change the road to you that led
Grace that called and man spoon fed
No puzzle here so why is it
You throw away the perfect fit
One size all yours created to
Begin this day with a break through
The wilderness to nothing good
Is but a road barely withstood
A lane traveled with nothing gained
But loss of soul still yours sustained
He came so that you would live and breathe
Abundant life if you believe
The very thought He too conceived
The road ahead for man He'd leave
Be wise and know the path to take
Be not the one that still forsakes
The love of CHRIST who died for you
This message His if all you do
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