Two Sides of Every Medal

Two sides does every medal bear, Like day and night that take their turn. We'd never know joy's beauty rare If sorrow were not ours to learn.

In life there's much we do not choose: Our parents, eyes, our skin's own hue, The land where mother's arms did soothe, Where she kept vigil over you.

The world was made by love's design, Not mere chance's random game. We ourselves choose dark or light to shine, Though know: the lot that bears Christ's name

Will bring salvation's better fate To those who truly do believe. There are who love and cultivate, And some whom hatred will deceive.

Some hear conscience's gentle call, While others wage with darkness war. Two paths remain before us all: Choose Christ—and find the heavenly door.

Or walk the godless way to end In ruin. Choose, my friend, choose well. Two sides does every medal spend— But choose, lest your eternity dwells in hell!

Bind your future to Christ's name Before the price of time runs out. Two sides to every medal's claim— That is what life is all about.