| Middle of the Road |
| Walking down the middle of the road, |
| To my left is the sea of doubt. |
| To my right is an ocean of faith. |
| Straight ahead, there's no way out. |
| Do I jump into the doubtful waters |
| And get in, way over my head? |
| Or, do I slowly paddle on out, |
| Upon faithful waters to tread? |
| Should I take the left or right, |
| Or should I keep going straight? |
| Walking down the middle of the road, |
| Should I hurry or will I be late? |
| In walking down the middle of the road, |
| I've always leaned towards doubt. |
| But, now, I'm taking the right road, |
| Where seeds of faith are scattered about. |
| © 2002 by Claytia Doran |
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