Choices Made and Denied
There are forks for every road,
There are branches in every tree;
There are streams to every river,
And one’s the one for me.
Sometimes the variants come by twos,
On other days by threes;
The medley runs from dark to light,
A few I choose for me.
Letters arrange in many ways,
Numbers march toward infinity;
Notes combine to make the tunes,
And some are shaped by me.
To each is given measured time,
Plus chance and opportunity;
Therewith to honor Creator God,
Which is the one for me?
The choice made now is a choice denied,
Whose ripples glide on endlessly;
May the small brook on which I ride,
Be soon at One with Thee.
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Determination’s Reward According to Solomon
Look not to the wind for planting,
Nor at the clouds to reap
The snows and rains they come, they go,
Whilst there are opportunities to keep.
There is a lion in the street says one,
Hard times are here opines another.
These are the germs of chances missed,
Regret and sorrow is its brother.
So rise to meet each newborn dawn,
With strength to match the infant day.
Forget not dreams you had in slumber,
Let not fresh doubts get in the way.
Your orders come from One who made,
The lion, clouds, and frightful wind.
Be true and valiant all this day,
You’ll be rewarded at the end.
