The Lord loves each man
His hand has crafted still
And spends so much mercy
For those going downhill

And blessing after blessing
They refuse for fire
As loudly has he begs for them
To turn from death so dire

A wedding feast so bright
Awaits the other road
And yet with stubborn conflict
To fire they still go

Jesus cries "come near, come near"
But they still refuse
To accept the sweetness
His love will infuse

And as they walk yet farther
Down the broader road
His cries echo-quiet now
The devil's seeds are sown

And yet, a father, gracious
Though unwilling He afflicts
Will whisper sweet lullabies
His loved ones to transfix