Choices

So many choices we have

some are wrapped up

with bows & ribbons of colour

Others are the doors that open

Promising change from the current

Some are our dreams come true

And others can rob us of our joy.

 

For some the choices are many

Whilst others struggle to get by

For some choice is a blessing

Yet for others it can bring death.

No matter how deep one’s pocket

The rich can fall from grace

And the poor can rise to the heavens.

 

Our parents made many a choice

Yet each shape our future

We discover the influence of their choices

In those that we do for our own children.

As we walk this life of many options

We can loath our parents’ bad choices

Or to be grateful for the good they did.

 

So when we embrace parenthood

We can recall the good choices

Our parents once made for us

So when we’re wrestled with choice

We are placed in our parents’ shoes

Either choosing good for our own children

Or continuing a trend of weakness.

 

As we embrace this freedom of choice

We appreciate the courage required

To choose to follow after righteousness.

When we finally reach our depths

We discover we were not created

To make any of these choices alone.

Yet we have to decide to lay down our pride.

 

So, if I may encourage you,

Choose life that you may live

For the wisest choice we could make

Would be to hand over our freedom:

Freedom to make decisions on our own

So freely hand over your choices

To your Heavenly Father who cares.

 

Surrender your choices to His wisdom

Or find yourself held bondage

To all those wrong decisions you have made

For they will surely visit you

In the day of your distress.

Truly those who give their lives to Him

Will find life -  a life so much lighter than before!

 

Choose life that you live….