STANDING AT THE CROSS ROAD TO HELL

STANDING AT THE CROSS ROAD TO HELL

Standing at the cross road when I saw a sign post pointing to Hell

When cursorily befell me and with an interest I so needed to quell

Looking over my shoulder to see if anyone just may be looking on

With the coast clear until up the road without hesitation I was gone

All seemed normal as farmers in their fields went on with their toil

As they churned over the dry land with horses to gain new fresh soil

No darken woods - Grim Reaper with his scythe or beady eyed crows

Leaving me thoughtful as just too where this long winding road goes

Bird’s ducking and diving within the hedgerows while chirping along

Feeling safe in my solitude croaked out in a broken voice - a song

Amazing Grace - how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see

Through many dangers, toils, and snares

I have already come

'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home

When we've been there ten thousand years

Bright, shining as the sun

We've no less days to sing God's praise

Than when we first begun

Amazing Grace - how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost, but now am found

Was blind but now I see

Was blind but now I see

I sang myself joyfully up that winding road and then up beyond

And fearing not should Hell and its Satan demon would respond

Until I reached its highest peak - settled to gain my well-earned rest

And to a realisation that the road to Hell was none other than a test

In my own curious deliberation of querying of just what Hell was all about

I had walked the path of righteous that in the end gave me more to shout

I once was lost - but now am found - was blind but now can see

I went fearing nothing and just how that road to Hell set me free

Indiana Shaw . . .