Gary Field
DC# M05398
Okecchobee

The Choice

There's nothing made by man in heaven
But the scars in the Master's hands
Perhaps we should consider that
As we go about making plans.

The very best that man can do,
When all has been said and done
Is to find a way to show our love
To God's only begotten son.

God starts us off with a garden
Soon spoiled by man, what a pity
As our hearts began to harden
Wasn't long until man built a city.

For the next 4.000 years
We turned our backs on our Creator
Through trials, tribulations, and times
Thinking we could find something greater.

When the time was at hand,
There came a chance for a new beginning
God came down to earth as a man
But man simply chose to keep on sinning.

He was lifted up on a cross
All we did was crucify him
But God didn't deem it a loss
He reached down to glorify him.

Some men saw the light—his power, his might
Some realized what he had done
He had given his life, but had won the fight
And a new journey had begun.

Next time it won't be a garden
But a city not made by man
A city called New Jerusalem
Where sin won't be able to stand

For some, a celestial choir
Some will lay their crowns at his feet
For some just darkness and fire
The clap separated from wheat

It's hard for me to imagine
That some people still need to decide
Where they will spend eternity.
In fact, I'm quite mystified

Instead of walking in the shadow of Adam's shame
Marked by death and under a curse
They too can just call upon Jesus' name
On the Creator of the Universe

Be a part of the redeemer's plan
And all they'd have to do is believe
Accept that He paid for the sins of man
Repent, confess and prepare to receive

There would be no confusing rituals
No hoops they would have to jump through
"Whosoever will"—call upon Jesus' name
Like me, can be set free too!

Hallelujah!

He is our Lord, our all and all,
Our god, there is none greater
In Jesus' name, we can just call
On our Father, on our creator.

Amen!