By J. Randal Matheny © 2016

Only two ways from which to choose,
The righteous way, which God approved,
The way of the wicked, to finally lose —
One swept away, the other unmoved.

My sole desire, to serve and walk
In the light of God, to praise and please,
To refuse the seat of those who mock,
Who seek the couch of selfish ease.

O God, I pray, that you might plant me
By living streams, deeply, my roots
Embedded in grace — I ask you grant me
To bear in season pleasant fruits.

The Eternal knows, protects, and cares
For those who are his, their way secure;
The ungodly life shall perish, in tears,
For God’s rewards are certain and sure.