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 endeavoured 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 too 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 return to His arms,
Ask forgiveness for all of mans hating.

~valentyne~ ©

The River
Garth Brooks

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