Standing alone waiting for a
message from God.
Watching to see Him walking
down the hallway of my heart.

The room is quiet as the door
opens slowly, a fresh breeze of
calmness moves in and takes
a seat across from me.

A gentle voice speaks to me,
whispering and saying that the
choice to follow Him is always
and completely left up to me.

He says if you like roses and
streets made of gold, rivers
that are pure and fresh and
the sun lights up the skies.

I'm offering you a chance
He said, to just follow me.
It came as a surprise and
why was He asking me.

Wanting to explain about all
the bad and wrong I've done.
He quietly raised His hand
to tell me that it's never to late.

All of these things He knew
would come to pass. They're
called trials and tribulations
yet He's giving me a chance.

The book of life was written
and my name is surely there.
Nevertheless the decision to
go with Him is still up to me.