Fork In The Road

by Jason Armstrong

 

What words have I to speak?

Emotion seems to know its way through my heart

My only boast is this confusion

As feelings fail me yet portray pain as art

A question of what’s real and unreal

Endless inquiries are arising and abounding

To where will my decisions lead me?

Does common sense move to the beat of my heart pounding?

I’m in need of a fork in the road

A bold marker to lead me stage to stage

I need a voice to lead me in the darkness

And to keep me whole in this wicked age

The One who has been true since the days of old

The Savior of souls whom the prophets foretold

Rise up and lead me onward

As I move beyond the fork in the road