The Walk

The Walk
By Mark Spencer

One day I took a walk
Where dreamers seldom trod.
And I could see the world
As it appears to God.

The Shepherd tips the cup
And feeds the hungry flock.
To see that they're prepared
And ready for the walk.

He sends them on their way,
To choose a path and fate.
Some roads may bring them low,
While some could make them great.

But when the walk is done
And truth is finally known.
Some lambs will lose their way,
And face their fate alone.

While some will persevere,
Heeding the Shepherd's call.
A call that guides them home,
And saves them from the fall.

A fall each could avoid,
By letting go of pride.
Had the Shepherd led them,
They never would have died.

But the proud never bow,
None mightier than they.
If God stands before them,
They might believe that day.

Until He comes to them,
They will ignore His call.
They'll mock God as they go,
Defiant of the fall.

Can you really accept
The judgment of your deeds?
Even if hell's darkness
Is where your journey leads?

Is anyone prepared,
To be one of the flock?
Or will you stand alone
At the end of the walk?

End.