I Choose Life

He who desires Life and loves many days,
Let him deaden the flesh and walk the Spirit-ways...
I choose to be a servant of God,
Not a slave of sin in the devil's squad.

I choose to be a pencil in His hands,
Not a pawn of immorality in Satan's plans.
I choose Christ my life to control,
Not let the Devil sift my soul.

I'd rather have the company of His cherubs
Than rub elbows with the damned spirits of Beelzebub.
I'll seek God's face in times of trial,
Not the oracle of accursed Belial.

In Him I'll place an unending trust,
Not hope in mammon nor in walking dusts.
The vine is Jesus, in whom I'll abide,
His name the tower where I shall hide.