The Crossroad

We are all homeless

Standing with our signs

Wondering which way to go

Lost at the crossroads of life.

A wish burns deep within me

For a fountain, clear and cold

But one small drink of water

Does not quench a thirst so bold.

To eat should delight my stagnant tongue

But there is no rescue for this delirious ache

Whether a crumb or a banquet spread for me

It’s not enough a fill to make.

A shadow of sorrow fills my soul

Suffering tears at my weak heart

To transcend would be a sweet release

But I cry as life’s venom makes hope and me far apart.

Needless crimes committed against others

In a spacious closet locked away

No act of forgetting will enter my hiding place

So no humble forgiveness from my lips will I say.

Where then do I go from here?

Are there choices yet to make?

Yearning for answers I strain to listen

As at the crossroads I struggle with which road to take.

Suddenly, I notice on the rough and rocky road

There is another with a sign

He’s fixed upon a crossroad of wood

And at the junction tender eyes I find.

He is Jesus, Son of God, there to behold

Who came to earth as a babe in a stall

Lived a human life as our model

Then was crucified for all.

He alone is truth and life

And the healer of all pain

He quenches and fills us with love

And tests us until He comes again.

So when you’re at the crossroads of life

Don’t let thirst and sorrow despair

For Jesus lived and died to prove

That in every situation, He would be there.

by Paula Mowery