The Path We Follow
The path we follow is a winding road.
The twist and turns how far will it go?
There’s no doubt, we reap what we sew.
The path is long, and sometimes narrow.
Sometimes it’s joy, sometimes sorrow.
Sometimes we walk by the peaceful streams.
Other times the valley where it’s only screams.
My God my God protect over me.
All you out there listen and you’ll see.
There’s no fairy, or magic genie, which whom I pray.
My God is King, with evidence strong, I could argue all day.
I’ve run the race, so long and true.
It makes me strong, but worried about you.
I sit and pray, with a mighty fright.
You don’t believe, but what if I’m right?
You walk your way, and you turn your back.
What must I do to get you on track?
I pray to God with fervent might.
So one day, you may look on with glorious sight.
So far you’ve gone, you can turn around.
No longer are you chained and bound.
God is true, with love surround, no sin to big that cause a fall, blood shed for you, to all stand tall.
The Arrow Preacher 