My choice

I want a soccer match, strong and proud,
with friends and buddies upon the field, 

A well-boiled egg i'll eat at 'one',
and train again when day is done.

I want an ultra comfy home,
nice, clean carpet upon the floors,
mum, dad and sis by my side,
And pretty drapes within my sight.

Singapore, a comfy place where I stay,
With water, clean and clear, everywhere,
A life at peace with no distress,
No doubt, we are really blessed.

I want a job, satisfying and smooth,
and with my wardrobe, too, to be
Of neatest, finest quality,
With latest style in shirt and dress.
Why shouldn't Christians have the best?

But then the Master I can hear,
In no uncertain voice, so clear,
"I bid you come and follow me,
The Lowly Man of Galilee."

"Birds of the air have made their nest,
And foxes in their holes find rest;
But I can offer you no bed;
No place have I to lay my head."

In shame I hung my head and cried,
How could I spurn the Crucified?
Could I forget the way He went,
The sleepless nights in prayer He spent?

For forty days without a bite,
Alone He fasted day and night;
Despised, rejected- on He went,
And did not stop till veil He rent.

A Man of sorrows and of grief,
No earthy friend to bring relief-
"Smitten of God," the prophet said--
Mocked, beaten, bruised, His blood ran red.

If He be God and died for me,
No sacrifice too great can be
For me, a mortal man, to make;
I'll do it all for Jesus' sake.

Yes, I will tread the path He trod,
No other way will please my God;
So, henceforth, this my choice shall be,
My choice for all eternity.