Life

Life is sometimes questionable,
The route...I do not know.
This way or that way looms ahead,
And with free-agency...I go.

One friend says..."come hither",
And another says..."come on".
When comes my great decision,
The chance to go...is gone.

I sing and pray on Sunday,
I nestle up to God.
And then before I know it,
I'm all mixed up in fraud.

To be deceitful in my ways,
There's help from all around.
To do another injury,
In darkness...I am bound.

It's frightening...just to venture out,
And with myself...be free.
Saying as I reach for strength,
"God...take care of me".

E.P. 1908 - 1989