To the voice of its shepherd,
But one that was born and bred along the road,
Has walked off the path.
It said to itself,
What if this road does not lead to life?
I shall stand aside and look at the horizon,
To see it wide - to know which direction,
Leads to truth, and leads to life,
Since death is inevitable.
Unknowingly,
As it stood by the pathway,
Watching both sides,
It had slid to where it had treaded,
In time past,
Moving backward.
Wishing to be still,
To analyse unbiased,
But there is no way to remain,
The path itself crawls onward,
Even while the sheep is unmoved.
Humbled and still,
The sheep lays,
With a glimpse of insanity,
Do your best to not delay.
Finally,
The evidence weighs out,
The grass is not,
Greener on the other side.
It takes more faith,
To believe in millions of years,
Of gene mutation,
After an explosion,
And multiple annihilated generations,
Than it does to believe,
In a God who exist,
Showing miracles still today,
Allegedly unproven,
But I have experienced,
And not only I,
His overwhelming presence.
But these memories,
And encounters,
Can be easily forgotten,
When you decide,
Your heart to harden,
Even seemingly,
Many things can be explained away,
But you know there are some,
That are undeniable.
"Today, if you hear His voice,
Do not harden your hearts,
As in the rebellion".
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