The Iron Rod

Seeking

© February 16, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)

The Iron Rod

The lord gave me life

But to what end will it be

He gave me a family that loves me

And he gave me a life to live

But to what road will it lead

I am wondering in this misty forest

Keeping a hold of the iron rod with my left hand

And holding my soul in my right

I am walking straight

For I know that holding on to the iron rod

I will and I can achieve the highest of all goals

For no matter what path I go on or that

My life is taken on I will hold

And I will hold tightly to the rod of iron

The rod of truth

The rod of the Lords Love and guidance

Looking beyond the mist I see

The lost and I see the confused

And I hear their screams of frustration

As the flies of temptations eat at their flesh

Looking away from the pain I begin to cry

As I hear their screams echo through the never ending

Misty woods. .

And I wonder. ..What end will I have?

 What end will they have?

They are lost and too far for me to reach

And Sometimes I wonder what would happen if I let go

Just for a second

Just a small short second

So that I can grab on and pull them back

Back to the safety of the Iron rod

But I quickly dismiss the thought

For that would lead to utter destruction of my soul

And who says that they would take hold

Or heed to my words

For I cannot take the agency that the lord gave unto each of us

They are free to choose and I ache at their choice. 

© February 16, 2012 (Emma Joy Huls)