A Choice

A Choice

As I listen to the voice of the messenger,
The presence of God comes over me,
At first I succumb to such primal fear,
As if I only desire to turn to flee.

But I've been running all my life,
Maybe it's about that time,
I turn around to stand my ground,
To face what seems to be mine.

For the faster I attempt to flee,
The stronger the presence seems to be,
The tighter I shut my eyes,
The more I come to realize.

That I have no choice but to accept,
God's choice of written fate,
For we all to face that day,
When we stand at heaven's gate.

And I would rather be let in,
Then forever turned away,
So I guess now is the time to begin,
To listen to what he has to say.
Maybe then I can come to understand,
Why he lets chaos run through the land,
Why children must be tortured by such pain,
Why we are brought up in hell's bane