The Common Road

                             The Common Road


Hands gnarled by time, wrinkled by fine lines,
Moving delicately, slow and precise.
Calluses now erased, due to a slower pace,
That has brought this ultimate sacrifice.
There’s no value to wealth, it matters not his health,
For he is weighed upon the Master's scales.
And searching the ancient Word, to know what has occurred,
For now his worldly value system pales.

He once was strong, conquered life with a song,
And his commands were instantly obeyed.
But that was long ago, when everyone would know,
He was master of all he surveyed.
But life does not sustain, the men who once reigned,
For ultimately they are always brought low,
And their wealth and power, are like the spring flower,
Depending on the way the wind will blow.

Princes or kings, or paupers without means
Everyone must sing his own chord.
It matters not that he reigned, or the volume that he gained,
But did he commit himself unto the Lord?
Now he opens the ancient book, inside to take a look,
And reads the words written for all men,
It matters not your race, but that you’ve tasted grace,
For Jesus said, You must be born again.