The Crucial Undertaking...of Choice

The choices we make are the result of what/who we believe...

Want’s ways and means are wily when it comes right down to it
Where choices that we make expose what we suppose well-hid
For better or for worse we prove love’s fundamental vow
By what we choose and how we use the sacredness of Now

The voice of choice speaks louder than the words we boldly spout
It tells the truth in language that leaves little room for doubt
For as a man thinks so he is, where what we dearly love
Without a word the evidence of choice will surely prove

How foolish to believe that we can outsmart consequence
Or concoct ways and means that disguise disobedience
The Word of God when hungered for and fed upon will prove
By choices that we make who we most worship, trust and love

This crucial undertaking offers countless ways and means
…satisfy Self or honour God; there are no in-betweens
And though we may console that prick of conscience with a tart
The choices that we make expose the person of the heart

It is not hard to sweet-talk caution into Good Excuse
Where recompense is always hinged to the action we choose
And if we are not keenly tuned to He who never lies
Then we are perfect prey for wolves dressed up in sheep’s disguise

God who is rich in Mercy is not mocked; His judgements just
His ways past finding out (unlike the likely likes of us)
Then lest we fool ourselves into believing the wrong voice
We ought evaluate love by examining Choice

 
The aftermath of Choice will yield Happiness or Regret
Do not despair for we stand where Choice is not finished yet
And though we live and die by the choices we make, Today
Is like a table laden with Mercy’s fresh Choice-buffet

© Janet Martin

 

 
“There are only two kinds of people in the end: those who say to God, "Thy will be done,"
and those to whom God says, in the end, "Thy will be done."
All that are in Hell, choose it.
Without that self-choice there could be no Hell.
No soul that seriously and constantly desires joy will ever miss it.
Those who seek find.
Those who knock it is opened.”

C.S.Lewis The Great Divorce 

Joshua 24:14-15

“Now therefore fear the Lord and serve him in sincerity and in faithfulness. 

Put away the gods that your fathers served beyond the River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord. 

¹⁵ And if it is evil in your eyes to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve,

 whether the gods your fathers served in the region beyond the River,

 or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you dwell. 

But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

 

*quoted in the above message 

the lyrics of the song below...

 

Epitaph by King Crimson

 

 

Lyrics

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying

Between the iron gates of fate
The seeds of time were sown
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known
Knowledge is a deadly friend
If no one sets the rules
The fate of all mankind, I see
Is in the hands of fools

The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams

Confusion will be my epitaph
As I crawl, a cracked and broken path
If we make it, we can all sit back and laugh
But I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Crying, crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Yes, I fear, tomorrow, I'll be crying
Crying