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© 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)
