The Choice
From the deepest regions, from far within, A place no light can get in,
So encrusted it is with evil and sin, Comes a cry of fear, a cry so clear,
A cry for all nations to hear. A cry only torment can rear.
It is the despairing cry of a river run dry, And Somewhere a soul about to die.
The single scream is a question “Why?” 
From the deepest regions, from far within,
A place no evil can get in, So protected it is from evil and sin,
Comes a cry so clear. No, Not one of fear, A cry for all nations to hear.
A cry of one to whom the Lord is dear.
A love filled cry of a river that will never run dry, As the body, not the soul is about to die. A soul about to join the most High. 
He gives this choice to every man, A choice as old as the sun and sand. D.J. Quinn (1995) | 
