Parting of the Ways

They got the news
I was reborn
Wagered all
On Jesus Christ.
(My puny all
Seemed so small
For the pearl
Of matchless price.)
They hit the road
Could not abide
What I shared
Of change inside.
I was done
With fleeting fun
With the guile
And giddy ride.
And they watched
For my collapse
It would come
They had no doubt
Couldn't see
Reality
God was getting
Garbage out.
But I have
No other path
Love constrains me
Like a vise
And I wouldn't
Trade the pain
For old ways
On melting ice.
And I pray
(That much I do)
As the old friends
Come to mind
That their blinders
Will come off
That the Saviour
They will find.

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