CROSSROADS
I stand at the crossroads and wonder
Which way am I to turn?
The skies now seem to thunder
My heart within me burn.
I know not the decision
That brought me to this moment,
It was not my precision
Or reason so well spent.
I've passed so many milestones
Along the path of life
No single one my destination owns,
The reason of my strife.
I look down the lonesome way
That before me lies,
Leading to my final day
When my spirit from me flies.
But another went before me,
For me His cross He bore,
That all my roads Cross roads should be,
And I should doubt no more.
© August 7. 2008 Albert K. Jungers All rights reserved
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