Sometimes

Sometimes the best is not to be,
Along a road that’s clear to me;
But rather, opening suddenly,
A juncture to the left I see –

Or right, or up, or down some hill –
Just not the same, but now it fills
Me with a mix of thrill and fear –
The mix is new, but this is clear –

To carry on without a thought,
Just gives me more of what I’ve got;
But to the left or right I see
A world quite rich and full can be.

Lord, as I now approach this choice,
Nudge me, or speak with inner voice;
Or if this choice in freedom’s mine,
Grace me to choose – my will in Thine.

Thanks Lord, for this.

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