As I get closer and closer I feel the threshing knife
like a weight on my soul, waiting to divide and measure
waiting for me to tip over the edge of the blade, waiting
for me to decide, as each choice gains more gravity
I feel more heavily who God is and more lightly who I am
and I find the scales tipping, the writing on the wall
becoming more pronounced, and with every score and every
word I read, my soul gains either a heavier damnation or
a more blissful eternity- I cannot turn back. It means too much now.