Choose Well

What happens next does matter most!
    To drop my eyes with shoulders bent,
        And walk away from break of day?
Into the night self-engrossed,
    And tread only where the bitter went?

This moment now shall choice be made
    'Tween hope, despair; to love or hate?
        Will others' speech so deeply reach?
Or will your Love in me invade?
    Or will your Light new heart create?

"Choose well," do whisp'ring angels say,
    "It matters more than you may think."
        But another voice gnaws at my choice.
A dark, dark shadow stands in the way...
    But of his cup I will not drink!

So stand I shall with friends beside,
    And face and eyes all held up high,
        With hope and love 'neath Love above,
And live because of him who died,
    To walk in Light until I die!