I wrote this poem while praying about a major move many years ago. I wanted to share it with you.
The Road Called Life
The road of life, it seems to me, is not as smooth as it should be.
Sometimes the road seems all uphill, like swallowing a bitter pill;
Sometimes the bumps get really rough, and you give up, or else get tough.
But the hardest part, it seems to me, is when you drive up to a “T.”
You must go left or else go right, and that’s what makes my stomach tight;
Decisions seem so hard to make, but I must choose which road to take.
That choice determines where I’ll be and also my whole family.
I asked for help from those around, but their view, too, was from the ground.
And so I asked the One I knew (Who up in heaven has a view),
Of all the roads that I might take, to keep me right for Jesus’ sake.
I prayed and prayed and then I chose, and was I right? My Father knows,
But He won’t say too much to me; He saves it for eternity.
And then I think that He will say, “My son, you could have chosen either way;
I’m more concerned about your heart, than where you go or when you start.
It’s not so much which way you go, but what you do with what you know.
You may go left or right or straight. I’ll meet you at the pearly gate
And welcome you with open arms, and keep you safe from all life’s harms.”
I s’pose I’ll wonder every day, “What if I’d gone the other way?”
But this time I’ll just do my best and pack my stuff and head out West.