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I wrote this because in life we are all faced with choices. Left or right, right or wrong, yes or no, we all have different choices to make. At times we take a wrong turn, make a bad decision, but God always finds us where ever we are. When we are at the end of our rope, ready to give up, God is there with His hand extended.

Submitted: February 04, 2007

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Submitted: February 04, 2007



Left or right, aren't they the same ?
They all follow the same path don't they ?
One labled shame, other labled blame,
I think I went the wrong way.

I bet I know where I went wrong,
two miles back, took a wrong turn.
How could I have been blind so long ?
Now I'm out of places to turn.

Took the wrong turn at the fork,
took the crowd over Him and His Son.
How could I have, I'm such a dork,
He was always there, always helped me get it done.

Now that I'm two miles in and lost my way,
I might as well say goodbye and face the end.
I'm so sorry, I don't know what to say,
He offered eternal life, I fell to the trend.

Now that I raise my head and drop the knife,
the fork has another path I didn't see.
Labled "He Who Gave His Life",
I take the path thanking He who saved me.

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