Choice

CHOICE “Grandpa”, “ Will you go to church with us tomorrow?” She sweetly asked. “Oh, uh, me? Oh, no, I never go to church.” “But it’s Easter Sunday”, she prompted. “You know, I probably shouldn’t be eating this much spaghetti. Pass me some bread, will you?” He said. How many Easter Sundays Have passed by this man It saddens me so Not so much to have missed An Easter Sunday at church But to have missed out on A lifetime of peace Existing without God’s presence To pass each day Rejecting his love My heart cries out for him And for the many others Who still remain blinded By their own pride Deceived by the evil one But I refuse to give up I will not end my prayers here For as long as there is breath I will pray Hopeful, believing that One day soon He too will choose To be free But knowing that it is His choice alone Keeps me on my knees mja