today I choose life,
not because the path is
easy, it is not,
but because to choose any other
way is to choose destruction,
though I am wooed and
seduced and tempted
to go my own way,
to do my own thing,
I cannot, I must not,
so I take the yoke
of the one who makes my
burden light,
the hand of
the one who walks with me
through fire and flame,
shelters me from the flood,
and holds me close
through deaths dark vale,
when I stumble he lifts me,
when I falter and fail
he carries me,
asking only that I trust myself to him,
today I choose life,
tomorrow I pray for grace
to make that choice
again...
