It s a Dusty Road

It s a dusty road, and life s its name
No guarantee of gold or fame,
A cloud of dust for your royal gown,
And a sweaty brow for your regal crown.

It s a dusty road, all men have trod.
The Devil waits, but so does God.
There s one companion you must choose
There s wealth to win and a soul to lose.

It s a dusty road, but you re not alone,
Though your feet are bloody from the ice and stone;
The blizzard comes to chill your skin
But you travel warm from your faith within.

It s a dusty road, and it soon is gone,
The rich and poor both travel on.
They might bury you in some gravel ditch
But if your faith was strong, then your years were rich.

It s a dusty road, and it s been trekked before,
Nineteen hundred years and more&
A wooden burden and some Roman whips came down
And a ring of thorns for the regal crown.

It s a dusty road, soon left behind,
A greener valley you will find,
A peaceful pasture comes into view&
And Living Water will cleanse the dust from you.
1984