The Choice

One night, when I was alone,

I asked the Lord on a crucifix,

“Lord, what is Your plan for me?

I am nothing but a worthless person.”

I was astonished when He replied,

“Man, do you know why I died on this cross?

It is because of you,

you who are precious to me.

My lips were dried, and I need your lips to speak and preach.

My body was scourged, and I need your body to offer a sacrifice for the forgiveness of sins.

They nailed my hands, and I need your hands to bless and heal.

They nailed my feet too, and I need your feet to walk with Me to Calvary.

But most, I need your heart, to love and care my sheep.”

“Yes, Lord, not my will but Your will,”

But I wondered when I looked at the crucifix again and again;

I saw only a cross.

So once more, I asked Him, “Lord, what does this mean?”

He then answered, “Take up this CROSS and follow Me.”