Sometimes I ponder between life and death.

The choice to choose has always been given.

Wait on the right or conform with the left.

Believe what is seen or trust what is hidden.

I debrief through prayer and giving praise.

Some days I stumble but I always raise.

Aware of not conforming to the ways.

Neither silver or gold could cause me to stray.

Temptation of over indulgence plagues.

The word became flesh and then became bread.

My belly full, so I am not mislead.

I read daily to keep my spirit fed.

The things of this world may cause me to stress,

But nothing can compare to Heaven’s rest.