The Quest

In the continuous quest To find my place Materialism left my mind in a haze And lead me astray -But- What must I do to let my soul rest? Long after my body is laid upon a casket and buried Material things hold no weight, so what were my worries? God gave us free will To choose between the righteous and the forbidden My body is weak, my spirit is willing And temptation still has me sinning They say God is merciful … Will the gates open for the most wicked sinners? After a life of vice repent and pray for forgiveness, Forget spiteful beginnings? Where does that leave those of us in between?