Who We Want To Hear

Some run about with a mouthful of scripture But, also with a heart full of hate, They never see the complete picture Until their moment in life is to late. A demon sits on our left shoulder And an Angel sits on our right, While we all stand behind a boulder Only we decide what brings us delight. Some listen to the ideas of the voices Some just enjoy to sin, But, of course destination is our own choices As we end a prayer with an Amen. God speaks to us in one ear And the devil then whispers in the other, We choose to who we wanna hear We know our choice and our druther. Randy L. McClave