The road less traveled
Filled with psycho babble
The road unpaved and laid to waste
We die to be born
The rubble and weight we all do bare
Sinking deep in the mile long stare
Go with peace and love in your heart
Where to begin and where to start?
Quest and crusade
Do we die by the blade?
Do we fight this all alone?
Or do we lift this yoke together?
With hope to build toward something better
But about myself I will not boast, except as it concerns my weaknesses (2 Cor 12:5). Let the unbelievers seek praise from each other; I wish that which is from God alone.