Our Own Actions Determine
The sword is plunged so deep and yet
I live beyond its thrust?
Each turn, each intentional turn,
Should have turned this man to dust
But yet, I see, through my own eyes
That alive I am, for sure?
As wandering down this path of light
I come to find His door
I turn to see just one more time
The man who turned the sword
But, alas, his face cannot be seen
When I turn to face the Lord
For no importance, who to blame
As I, alone, now see
My actions taken and choices made
Were those, that defined me
That’s why when dying, there’s no death
If our choices made were right
Then living on is our reward
Eternal in His light
Copyright © Michael Degenhardt | Year Posted 2008
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