What It Comes To.

It comes down to a choice,

We make each waking moment.

It comes down to the point,

When we have to stake our fate.

It comes down to an instant,

When we're out of time to stall.

It comes down to a decision,

When we can no longer wait.

Our lives are so chaotic,

So little still makes sense.

Our lives seem dull and hopeless,

Is there a point, is there a way?

Our lives are bent and broken,

And soon to fall apart.

Our lives have lost direction,

Does the wind blow where it may?

We're not trapped in the unknowable,

Nor lost amid the fog.

We may be unforgivable,

But still He came to came to save us all.

We are so undeserving.

We are so lost on our own.

He may be God the righteous,

But He'll still lift you when you fall.

This life seems often pointless,

We cannot keep from sin.

This life often confront us,

With anger, sorrow, pain.

This life will leave you empty,

If you try it on your own.

But there is more to live for,

Beyond the desert there is rain.

It comes down to a Person,

Who makes everything new.

It comes down to a little risk,

Living life out on a limb.

It comes down to a true love,

Life once given, grace received.

It comes down to more than human,

It all comes down to Him.

by. Jonathan Schaefer

11/24/14

**Hope you liked today's poem, tried out an experimental rhyme scheme.  Let me know what you think!  Also I'll be taking the rest of the week off for Thanksgiving, so my last post will be on Wednesday this week.  Thanks for reading!