The Iron Rod

The lord gave me life, to what end will it be? He gave me a family that loves me, he gave me a life to live. To what road will it lead? I am wondering in this misty forest Keeping a hold of the iron rod with my left hand And holding my soul in my right I am walking straight For I know that holding on to the iron rod I will and I can achieve the highest of all goals For no matter what path I go on or that My life is taken on I will hold And I will hold tightly to the rod of iron The rod of truth The rod of the Lords Love and guidance Looking beyond the mist I see The lost and I see the confused And I hear the screams of frustration As the flies of temptations eat at their flesh Looking away from the pain I begin to cry I hear their screams echo in and around the dark misty woods. . I wonder. ..What end will I have? What end will they have? They are lost and too far for me to reach Sometimes I wonder happens if I let go? Just for a second Just a small short second If let go So that I can grab on to pull the lost to safety the safety of the Iron rod Yet I quickly dismiss the thought For that would lead to my demise who says that they would take a hold Or heed to my words I cannot take away their agency I cannot choose for them. The choice was theirs, as the choice is mine.