Your Choice

The lusty limbs soon grows pale, the youthful vigour wanes, thy charms is time bound, Those sockets soon grows dim with age, shadows are no substance, see this hollow stream of life, soon the beautiful face burned and scarred, Time mocks all struggles, and this borrowed breath, quits the dwelling of clay. immortal soul, this is not Your resting place, Two Paths on thy Path, leading to eternity. one to the shrill screams and shrieks of remorse the other to the Bosom of the Resurrected King. There is no Fence in this Choice, This decision is deliberate, Mortals are choosing now. The Cross is the Path to Life. That whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have eternal life.  John 3;15