A messenger from above whispers softly, "Follow the Christ"
A tormentor from below screams loudly, though his voice is not
heard, just seen in our every day ramblings, and rushing, and going
to and fro to build and collect and invest, yet never to rest.
"Follow the Christ" - those words are so intriguing, yet confusing
sometimes i must admit.
Yet nothing is more sacred, nothing more true, for all other paths
lead to death. Every choice, every step, albeit small, says something
of our destination. </p>
So in the end, let our final cry not be, how did i get here to
this lonesome grave, but 'Hallelujah to King, the one who me has