The Road

With the birth of Christ He built a road,
For all mankind to travel.
There were no curves or hills to climb,
And no detours to unravel.

Man was unhappy with the design of the road
And endeavored to make it more pleasing.
Steep grades were added with long twisting turns,
With danger signs unfit for reading.

An effort was made, by the hands of few,
To repave to it's original state.
But, Satan's followers had stood in their path,
While repairs to the road came to late.

Evil continues it's work on the road,
Adding gravel and thorns for our path.
The serpent continues to add to his flock,
But will soon meet up with God's wrath.

Not heeding the words that were promised to him,
Man continues his perilous trend.
Only when Christ returns, for His rule,
Will we learn that the road had an end.

Please turn and face God with love in your heart.
We have failed and bowed down to satan.
But, it's never too late to run to His arms.
Ask forgiveness for all of mans hating.

     Copyright Valentyne Lang
         valentyne@bmts.com