"The Forks in the Road" 5.11.15

The Forks in the Road 

by Elder Neider

My mind is often called to ponder and think

Of the life that I want to pursue.

I think of the choices, the forks in the road 

And realize I don't have a clue

On the one hand, there's a path made of gold 

Lined with cars of an exotic style.

There are stadiums and pools filled with people of fame

Inviting to stay for awhile

The people all walk with the greatest and latest

Of clothes, entertainment, and more

Surely this path is the one I should take

All of these blessings could I possibly ignore?

I glanced toward the other path at this fork in the road

Just to see where this way would go

It was a rocky dirt road full of holes and uneven

And to where it led was easy to know

There was a pole that lined this straight and narrow path

To help travelers like me on there way

That lead to a tree of pure white like the snow

And it shone as the sun at midday

I continued to ponder the path of my feet

And which was the way I should take

I thought and I prayed as hard as i could

Who would want to make a mistake?

I felt drawn to the path that I saw on the right

Something was pulling and urging

I took hold of that rod with all of my might

And now I could feel this warm surging

I continued on this path which lead to the tree

Steady and slowly I moved

But I heard many voices of laughter and mocking

I was pointed at, scorned, and booed

I don't know why, out of all you could do,

that was found on the other path

The activity of choice of all who were there

was insulting me to make others laugh

The road was hard, I had to keep going

Don't know why I wanted so bad

To get to the tree of Heavenly light

Under which I think I saw my Dad

I looked and I strained to see who else was there

Enjoying in the rays of this tree

My mother, my brothers, my sister, and cousins

I knew this is where I should be

The closer I got to fulfilling my goal 

The harder the path seemed to become

But there was always something urging me forward

And I knew exactly where it came from 

The Savior Himself walked this path long before

as rocky and thorny the way

He asks us to follow and hold to the rod

To always kneel down and to pray

May we continue to keep moving forward

and carry our individual load

But remember to listen to the voice of the Spirit 

when we come to those forks in the road

Sigamos Adelante,

-Elder Neider