Not Anymore and Never Again

To be or not to be?

That was the question.

But not anymore

and never again.



To be what I want,

what they want,

or what God wants?



To build my house from straw?

Or sticks?
Or Bricks?



But is that really a choice?

Would anyone choose a Gateway over a Dell?

A Pinto over a Viper?

Dirt over diamonds?



Oh the salesmen sow the seeds

sing such sweets to sell what sucks.

And many buy it.



What will I?

Seek the pleasures of this world?

Or reap the joys of the next?



Can the greatest thing in this world

compare to the leaste of God?



The choice is simple,

the task is not

impossible.



The valley is dark

danger is all around

but I am not alone

not anymore

and never again.



He is my refuge and steangth,

a very present help in trouble.

The only question is

Do I believe Him?

Do I trust Him?

Would I go into the deep

depending only on Him?

Will I choose His strength

over my comfort?

Can I act

without all the answers?



The only difference between

a man who has all the answers

and the man who trusts God

is that I could spend a lifetime trying to be one

or I could choose to be the other right now.



To be or not to be?

That was the question.

But not anymore 

and never again.