I stood at the crossroads one day, 'Twas up to me to choose the way— The road that I should go. The sun was shining on each way, The birds were singing just as gay, So how was I to know? One was the road paved with desire And promises I should not tire, But still I was not sure. The other paved with self-denial, With promises of strife and trial For those who would endure. I seemed to feel my Saviour near, And hear Him whisper in my ear: My son, this is the one That leads to everlasting life, Beyond the turmoil and the strife When life on earth is done. |