By Ken Blue

 

Life is made up of choices.

Some are critical we make.

You ask me why I choose God;

Why I take the path I take.

 

One’s because of my mother

Her words and life gave me faith.

I saw in her and the family,

Assurance one could not shake.

 

I also believe that God,

Is known by His creation.

His language all men can hear.

Other views lack foundation.

 

We also have a conscience;

Our gauge of what’s right or wrong.

It’s used to accuse others,

Or excuse faults of our own.

 

The Bible is our best proof,

Withstanding the hammers blow.

The Bible remains unchanged,

Wearing hammers out, you know.

 

Then, there is the transformed life;

The miracle He did for me.

I once was blind to it all,

But by God’s grace, now I see.

 

Just a note to all our critics;

The difference `tween you and me.

If there is no God, I’ll be fine.

If there is, where will you be?