I see the footprints of all those
Who passed this way before.I cannot follow where they’ve gone,
And they’ll come by no more.
For I am standing at the place
Where choices must be made,
And with each choice there’s consequence,
A price that must be paid.
There is no way of going back
And I fear moving on,
For once I’m set upon this path
All other choice is gone.
So, I will linger here a while,
Where many feet have trod.
I will pray for guidance on
Which path will best please God.
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