Choices

Rain, seems never ending

Mist-gossamer liquid

poured from God's golden cup

We wind down through the valley

and up over the ridge

the road wide before us

Then an old narrow bridge

Should we take it?

it is a choice

Is it safe to venture on?

Choices made over that chasm

on that old narrow bridge

through the mist

gossamer liquid

poured from God's golden cup

Through a dark canyon we ride

then crossing lush meadow

and down a rocky slide

through the mist

drinking gossamer liquid

poured from God's golden cup

The footing keeps changing

as onward we go

soft earth and sunshine

Then storm clouds and snow

We're joyous, ecstactic

frightened at times

as we gallop across plains

and crawl up steep climbs

Sometimes it is so confusing

which way should we go?

For the trail we don't take

that one we CAN'T know

So we just make a choice

It's not WRONG. It's not RIGHT

But we MAKE A CHOICE

and we ride down THAT TRAIL

WITH ALL OF OUR MIGHT

Taking with us the mist

the gossamer liquid

poured from God's golden cup

as the sun rises up

I Love you deeply and forever