Cycling

I travel down this road, and many people I pass by

Sometimes they join me, and sometimes they just stand by.

 

It's their decision to have life on the mountain road or

just in complacency, a long valley with no way home.

 

I beg them, "Join me, come with me on a trip that never ends. Come join me and meet my truest friend."

 

He rode this journey long ago, but He was not like I.
You see, this man was also God. His name is Jesus Christ.

 

He loved us so much then, as now.

 

He gave His life to ransom you, with thorns upon His brow. He prayed while on the cross:

 

"Forgive them, they don't know what they do"

 

And on that day, that prayer He spoke was said for me and you.