The Choice Is Yours Poem by david lessard

Father, you make the days so bright,
and the nights are filled with stars;
You made the earth a feast of sight,
only man has made the ugly mars.

You made us in your image, strong,
You filled us with the joy of you;
We had the choice of right and wrong,
To recreate ourselves anew.

Some still choose the path to hell,
Some still choose to be amiss;
I pray for them to become well,
And glow in the aura of your bliss.

The earth is passing and so will we,
What's here one day, is gone tomorrow;
We must thank whatever is to be,
We must not linger over sorrow.

Life is but a fading flower,
Blooming fast, then it is gone;
We don't know the telling hour,
When we'll see the final dawn.