One was twelve and one was only eight
Mom and dad decided
To go their separate ways
East or west boys, you decide
We’re leaving it to you.
Y’all can choose.
neither feels secure
The path leads somewhere forward
But its beaten and obscured
When faith feels like it’s hanging
By a single frayed thread
In that open space - are decisions,
Nobody wants to make
It was all machines and wires
Keeping her alive
As friends and relatives
Looked on with moist eyes
How long should this go on
In it’s current state
Who on earth would want to live this way?
Between a rock and a hard place
neither one seems just right
The path leads somewhere through the dark
But it’s hard to see the light
When hope feels like its hanging
By a single frayed thread
And life hangs in the balance
Its an odd and hard space with decisions,
nobody wants to make.
It’s a special kind of pain to be holding the match
To a fire you didn’t want to burn
When it seems like any way you go,
Something you love will go down in flames
some decisions are just hard
And even the toughest heart has moments,
where it feels like it’ll break
Praying in the garden, everything on the line
Friends around so sleepy, they can’t even stay awake
Angels waiting in the wings for a call that won’t be made,
For the man who’s divine nature on view for all to see,
“Not my will but yours be done”
Surrendering in our place, to decisions nobody would want to make
Between a rock and a hard place
Working with intention to make things right
The path leads up to a cross
Where Dark days cannot overwhelm the light
When hope feels like its hanging
By a single frayed thread
He stood there in the balance
And paid the price the ransom
For decisions, nobody wants to make…
Oh decisions, nobody should have made
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