Our Choices
Our Choices
Written: by Miracle Man
December 29, 2021
At this morning's sunrise I fain in thought,
greeting the Savior that salvation brought.
Unable to conceive the why or how,
I behold the thorns that adorned His brow.
I glimpse the place, and three crosses of wood,
and contemplate, why so misunderstood.
But even today there are many who spurn,
and will choose this day to forever burn.
Daniel 5:27
27 TEKEL; Thou art weighed in the balances,
and art found wanting.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2021
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