My way, or His way.

Each day there’s a choice.

“You’re only young once,”

Whispers the voice.

Consequences; consequences.

What is the cost?

If I choose my way,

What will I have lost?

Words spoken in anger

Can seem justified,

But can linger a lifetime

After all tears have been cried.

Pleasure for a moment

Can come with a cost.

Monumental pain;

Substantial loss.

My way; my way –

Live for today.

Who cares who I hurt?

Who cares what I pay?

My way, or His way.

Each day is a choice.

“You won’t get addicted,”

Whispers the voice.

Consequences; consequences.

What is the cost?

If I choose my way,

What will I have lost?

We gossip; we judge;

We lie and we cheat.

It’s all about us.

What’s in it for me?

My way, or His way.

Each day is a choice.

“Just hide the sin,”

Whispers the voice.

Consequences; consequences.

I know about cost,

For I often chose my way;

And I suffered the loss.

Temporary pleasure

For temporary gain

Brought me so many troubles;

Caused so many pain.

But because of the debt

Jesus pain at the cross,

I was able to bring

All to Him I had lost.

My way as His way

Each day now my choice.

I listen to Him;

No longer that voice.

Consequences; consequences

Of His way are mine –

True pleasure forever,

Forever, forever divine.

By Ricki Elks