There are two worlds calling my name,

each begging me to return.

The old one demands, “Come back to the world!

I promise you won’t crash and burn!”

While the new one pleads, “Come with me.

I promise to keep you safe.

There will be rough spots and bumpy roads,

but I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

The old one argues, “Is that all he can do?

I just promised to give you the world.

With me there will be no more sorrow or pain,

and your life will never unfurl.”

It all sounds good and I’m ready to choose,

before something tugs on my heart.

I’m stuck in the middle and don’t know where to go.

While the two worlds pull me apart.

Categories: Poetry

Tags: Choices, good vs evil, Jesus Christ, life, poetry, spiritual warfare, World