One Choice

By Rebekah Perkins

In a world that pulls me from every which way,

How can I become the woman you want me to be?

The world hands me a script of what do do and say,

Not once considering that I might just want to be me.

My first choice to follow the Lord in all things,

My second, go along with the worlds Godless ways,

The first joy and contentment brings,

The second, lonely and restless days.

Surely the choice must be clear,

And yet, why this creeping hesitation?

How is it I am still standing here,

Waiting, when I must choose my destination?

Oh thoughtless, foolish heart!

How can you make me so torn?

I know in my spirit on which road to start,

Yet I keep looking back, forlorn.

I have chosen to follow my savior, 

So die within me all that pulls me from Him,

Banish from my soul all this sinful behavior,

Let the worlds things grow increasingly dim.

The world tell me this path will be long and boring,

But I know, my savior is the only one that will satisfy me,

So, I will continue on this uphill path, warring,

Seeking to open other's eyes, so that they may also be free.