WHERE ARE WE HEADED?

Born as a plain slate

All writings are ours to do

The path we tread alone

Is the one we choose to

Who sees a man to succeed

That deems it fit to slumber,

To lie in indolence before duty

And expects him to rise aloft?

None, called and skilled

Lives to transcend heights

When he leaves the clear path

Choosing to run in the mud

It hits a straight point

That he that’s given all to win

And lies down to doze

Possesses the capacity to go nowhere!

Prov 6:9 “So wake up, sleepyhead. How long will you lie there? When will you wake up and get out of bed?” (TPT)