Where The Road Parts Poem by Charles Karia

Of all Church goers, there are those that are weird,
God they love with lips, but their faith isn't in the lord.
On Sunday their faith is full, till when things go bad.
They sing of deeds mighty, even fast here and there.
In spite of the assurance, the devil they still fear,

Thousands of promises exist, in Bible's every page,
I love you so dearly, created you in my own image.
I will never leave you, even to the end of the age
In the valley of shadow of death, fear no evil,
For my rod and staff, will keep you from the devil.

Other voices then come; illnesses your life will attack
You will forever borrow,success will come by luck.
Early death he whispers, years of scarcity and lack.
You'll forever miss money, needs will remain unmet.
Your beloved child I will take, then make her a harlot.

Here's where the road now parts, in the path of life.
On the left are the scares, cancers, terrorists and strife,
On the right are eternal promises, from creator of life.
A choice has to be made, either have faith in God,
Or live the way of fear, thus with faith in the dark lord.