The Choice (by Debrah S. Bernier)

In a winter’s wonderful wind,
I hear Your gentle voice,
Telling me the right way,
To follow is my choice.

In every single sunlit sky,
I see Your glory shine.
It’s beams, they fall upon me
And still the choice is mine.

In every beautiful day
I feel Your strong embrace.
And, yet, the choice is mine
If I let it reflect on my face.

You can only change in me
The things which I allow.
The choice is always up to me,
To fully follow is my vow!

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