In a world of relativity,
with no sure path to tread upon,
the way seems ever changing
all moral absolutes seem gone.
Like straying sheep in a
lightning storm
the populace does scatter,
running blindly toward a
precipice,
their right to run seems all that
matters.
Provided by a loving God
is the way that leads them home
guideposts etched so long ago,
by God on slabs of stone.
These commandments make for a
better world,
yet reveal the flaw within,
our hearts cannot make it home to
God,
for we are crippled by our sin.
So God made the Way a Shepherd
Who takes our sin, and heals the
lame,
Moses handed us His picture
Christ Jesus is His name.